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[Yea, Raffael! Michael Angelo! your hands]
Yea, Raffael! Michael Angelo! your handsHave help'd to build and glorify the height
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Blessing and cursing with a show of might
Whereat the world still trembles. What are ye
But powerful slaves that do his ill commands
And help to bind souls struggling to be free?
Ah, Genius, Child of Heaven, what bitter woe
For all, when thou in golden chains dost go!
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