| These, by divine permission, to myself |
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| So Wisdom made her favourite wise of heart |
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| Once — in the midst of their assembly high |
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| No matter, now |
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| Arise, he cried |
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| First to speak |
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| Wide o'er the waters rose a wail of woe |
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| No sooner came |
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| How changed from that bright orb |
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| Midst this fiery woe |
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