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428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown— Makes the Heavens portable— And the Gods—a lie— Doubtless—"Adam"—scowled at Eden— For his perjury! Cherishing—our pool Ideal— Till in purer dress— We behold her—glorified— Comforts—search—like this— Till the broken creatures— We adored—for whole— Stains—all washed— Transfigured—mended— Meet us—with a smile—
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