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And let thy patriarchs' desire
(Those great grandfathers of thy Church, which saw
More in the cloud, than we in fire,
Whom Nature cleared more, than us grace and law,
And now in heaven still pray, that we
May use our new helps right,)
Be satisfied, and fructify in me;
Let not my mind be blinder by more light
Nor faith by reason added, lose her sight.
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