522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness` Sake— As Giants—gone away— Had I presumed to gain A Favor so remote— The failure but confirm the Grace In further Infinite— `Tis failure—not of Hope— But Confident Despair— Advancing on Celestial Lists— With faint—Terrestial power— `Tis Honor—though I die— For That no Man obtain Till He be justified by Death— This—is the Second Gain—SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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