Extol thee — could I? Then I will
By saying nothing new —
But just the truest truth
That thou art heavenly.
Perceiving thee is evidence
That we are of the sky
Partaking thee a guaranty
Of immortality
Extol thee — could I? Then I will
By saying nothing new —
But just the truest truth
That thou art heavenly.
Perceiving thee is evidence
That we are of the sky
Partaking thee a guaranty
Of immortality
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