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1229 Because He loves Her We will pry and see if she is fair What difference is on her Face From Features others wear. It will not harm her magic pace That we so far behind— Her Distances propitiate As Forests touch the Wind Not hoping for his notice vast But nearer to adore 'Tis Glory's far sufficiency That makes our trying poor. Edited by Peter Carter
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