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My God - He sees thee - Shine thy best - Fling up thy Balls of Gold Till every Cubit play with thee And every Crescent hold - Elate the Acre at his feet - |
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Upon his Atom swim - Oh Sun, but just a Second's right In thy long Race with him! Emily ' |
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Last updated on June 25, 1998
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