What I see not, I better see

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What I see not, I better see-
Through Faith-my Hazel Eye
Has periods of shutting-
But, No lid has Memory-

For frequent, all my sense obscured
I equally behold
As someone held a light unto
The Features so beloved--

And I arise-and in my Dream-
Do Thee distinguished Grace-
Till jealous Daylight interrupt-
And mar thy perfectness-