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Eternity.Thy name Or glad, or fearful, we pronounce, as thoughts Wandering in darkness shape thee. Thou strange being, Which art and must be, yet which contradict'st All sense, all reasoning,thou, who never wast Less than thyself, and who still art thyself Entire, though the deep draught which Time has taken Equals thy present storeNo line can reach To thy unfathomed…
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Anna Letitia Barbauld
