LXXII. In ed. 2 and the first draft of ed. 3:
And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky.
In edd. 2 and 3:
As impotently rolls as you or I.
LXXIX. In ed. 2:
Pure Gold for what he lent us dross-allay'd.
LXXXI. In ed. 2:
For all the Sin the Face of wretched Man
Is black with—Man's Forgiveness give—and take!
LXXXIII. In ed. 2:
And once again there gather'd a scarce heard
Whisper among them; as it were, the stirr'd
Ashes of some all but extinguisht Tongue
Which mine ear kindled into living Word.