As laces just reveal the surge,
Or mists the Apennine.
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But then—Themselves were warmAnd could not know the feeling ’twas—Forget it—Lord—of Them—Let not my Witness hinder ThemIn Heavenly esteem—No Paradise could be—ConferredThrough Their beloved Blame—The Harm They did—was short—And sinceMyself—who bore it—do—Forgive Them—Even as Myself—Or else—forgive not me—
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