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[CI. “Heavenly Father,” take to thee]
“Heavenly Father,” take to theeThe supreme iniquity,
Fashioned by thy candid hand
In a moment contraband.
Though to trust us seem to us
More respectful—“we are dust.”
We apologize to Thee
For Thine own Duplicity.
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