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An Ejaculation.
O God! What Eloquence of Mortal SoundCan paint the Glories, that in Thee are found?
Who can in Worthy Strains proclaim Thy Praise,
Or sing of Thee in Undegrading Lays?
Whilst I behold the Splendors of thy Face,
And the Perfections of thy Nature trace,
Fir'd with Delight, my panting Bosom glows,
My bounding Blood with brisker Motion flows,
Dissolv'd in Raptures of Immortal Love,
I seem to antedate the Joys above!
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