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The valley of judg'ment. The forest of olde. |
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Where'd come the dread presence, so knowne afore? |
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Thou, who hath risen the oracle of lyes, |
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Hast thou witnes'd a shepherd feed on his flocke? |
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The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. |
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Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend? |
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And dost thou now doubt Truth to be a liar, |
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Or dost thou doubt Lie in thy promythian rage? |
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Whence came thine yoke of grande tradition, |
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Hast thou not seen the structure clear? |
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Alas, 'tis the world without end. |
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A quenchlesse fire, a nest of trembling feare. |
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A path that leads to perill, sorrow and despaire. |
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The virtues of loss. The hymnes of decay. |
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Dost thou have faith now, o dearest friend? |