694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer`s Day— Half shrinking from the Glory It importuned to see Till these faint Tabernacles drop In full Eternity— How imminent the Venture— As one should sue a Star— For His mean sake to leave the Row And entertain Despair— A Clemency so common— We almost cease to fear— Enabling the minutest— And furthest—to adore—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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