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The choirs of singing angels overshone

The shadow of hills across a level thrown,

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By Gods clear glory) down our earth to rake

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The holy name of GRIEF !--holy herein

Of taking vainly, in a plaintive mood,

Imagination 九九藏書(given us to bring down

O brothers, let us leave the shame and sin

That 九_九_藏_書by the grief of ONE came all our good.

WE overstate the ills of life, and take

Refuses to sing loud, as else she would.