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Prayers to the proximal god: I & II I. O Lord, who maketh me to crush Unwittingly Thy creatures, grant The restoration of the state Thou didst through my agence recant. II. O Lord, who knows the furrows of my soul, Where well will grow a nightshade or a rose, Judge not the hapless sower of seed which, If Thou shalt not grant increase, never grows. |
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