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To an Angel pictured looking through the Sky.
High Creature, watching twirl'dThis cloudy world,
See, for a seven times seven
Refulgent Heaven,
What belts of hope and fear
Involve our sphere,
Deep gloom, with fitful flash;
And be not rash
In blame, lest One discern
Thy need to learn
How man's faint orison
Strives to His Throne.
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