939 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—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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