I tELL you, hopeless grief is passionless;

        t only men incredulous of despair,

        aug air

        Beat upo Gods throne in loud access

        Of sness,

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        Uical eye-glare

        Of te ed man, express

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        Most like a moal statue set

        In everlasting d moveless woe

        till itself crumble to t beh.

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