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HAD I presumed to hope.The loss had been to meA value for the Greatness'Sake,As giants gone away.
Had I presumed to gainA favor so remote,The failure but confirm theGraceIn further Infinite.
'Tis failure not of HopeBut diligent DespairAdvancing on celestial listsWith faint terrestrial power—
'Tis Honor—though I dieFor that no man obtainTill he be justified by Death—This is the second gain!
