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Oh well the being, mine the floor
of outstretched firmament not lore.
Unsettled ~ yea, but profound more
observance not contingent store.
But giving, give I thee my floor
to walk upon ~ my love as for.
To wait upon as grace implore
I count the time, but ever more.
And love thee so, not adding ~ poor
with Holy will that lengthens shore.
I lengthen faith to thy restore,
not fated, but God's course explore ~
That underrating loses score!
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