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        t sings upon th grave-riven,

        Before ty world, soon self-fiven

        Fing

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        Even so,

        Sing, seraphe glory ! heaven is high;

        Sing, poet h is low:

        the universes inward voices cry

        Amen    to either song of joy and woe:

        Sing, serap,--sing on equally !
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