That it could make thee leave all other things,
And like the taper-fly there burn thy wings;
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If once thou on that only Fair couldst gaze,
What flames of love would he within thee raise!
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“Those golden letters which so brightly shine
In heaven’s great volume gorgeously divine;
The wonders all in sea, in earth, in air,
Be but dark pictures of that sovereign Fair;