Since Adam forfeited the primal lot.

THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not

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More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--

Soon in long rivers down the lifted face,

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Such moisture on his cheeks. Thank God for grace,

The bride ９９lib•ｎetweeps, and before the oracle

Of high-faned hills the poet has forgot

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That is light grieving ! lighter, none befell

And leave the vision clear for stars and sun

The mother singing, at her marriage-bell

Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place