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1601

Of God we ask one favor,
That we may be forgiven—
For what, he is presumed to know—
The Crime, from us, is hidden—
Immured the whole of Life
Within a magic Prison
We reprimand the Happiness
That too competes with Heaven.

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 16 Oct 2008 3:28 AM | Viewed: 5809 times

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