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So, for the moment, all the universe
Being abolished, all 'twist God and him,—
Earth's praise or blame, its blessing or its curse.
Of one and the same value,—to the brim
Flooded with truth, for better or for worse,—
He pounces on the writing-paper, prim
Keeping its place on table: not a dint
Nor speck had damaged "Ode to Araminte."
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