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“Heaven is for thee too highTo know what passes there; be lowly wise.Think only …”

“Is this the region, this the soil, the clime,Said then the lost Archangel, this…”

“Farewell happy fields,Where joy forever dwells: Hail, horrors, hail.”

“Did I request thee, Maker, from my clayTo mould me man? Did I solicit theeFrom …”