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3.
Then I that here saw darkly in a glasseBut mists, and shadows passe,
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And Course of things
Shall with Inlightned Rayes
Peirce all their wayes;
And as thou saw'st, I in a thought could goe
To heav'n, or Earth below
To reade some Starre, or Min'rall, and in State
There often sate,
So shalt thou then with me
(Both wing'd, and free,)
Rove in that mighty, and eternall light
Where no rude shade, or night
Shall dare approach us; we shall there no more
Watch stars, or pore
Through melancholly clouds, and say
Mould it were Day!
One everlasting Saboth there shall runne
Without Succession, and without a Sunne.
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