195 For this — accepted Breath — Through it — compete with Death — The fellow cannot touch this Crown — By it — my title take — Ah, what a royal sake To my necessity — stooped down! No Wilderness — can be Where this attendeth me — No Desert Noon — No fear of frost to come Haunt the perennial bloom — But Certain June! Get Gabriel — to tell — the royal syllable — Get Saints — with new — unsteady tongue — To say what trance below Most like their glory show — Fittest the Crown!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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