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1631 Oh Future! thou secreted peace Or subterranean woe— Is there no wandering route of grace That leads away from thee— No circuit sage of all the course Descried by cunning Men To balk thee of thy sacred Prey— Advancing to thy Den— Edited by Peter Carter
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