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Whereof the man, that with me trod
This planet, was a noble type
Appearing ere the times were ripe,
That friend of mine who lives in God,
That God, which ever lives and loves,
One God, one law, one element,
And one far-off divine event,
To which the whole creation moves.
THE END.
LONDON:
BRADBURY AND EVANS, PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.
