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By minding us of what thou art 
The type—till lighter thoughts depart, 
And on divinest themes the heart 
In quiet broods. 
Oh ! sad it is that aught so fair 
Should e’er be made to minister 
To deeds unholy; 
Which e’en our fallen nature shame — 
Deeds which do ask a harsher name 
Titan that of folly. 
