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ELECT
Yea, Thou didst dream how I should be Thine own,Dreaming, with eyes wide from the Father's throne,
Dreaming as dream young boys intent
On all the glory they will gain.
With eyes wide on the firmament,
How Thou didst dream the labour and the pain,
The sweat, the fainting, and my soul's consent!
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