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 * “Oh . not to guess it at the first.
 * &emsp;But I did guess it, — that is, I divined,
 * &emsp;Felt by an instinct how it was; — why else
 * &emsp;Should I pronounce you free from all that heap
 * &emsp;Of sins, which had been irredeemable?
 * &emsp;I felt they were not yours.”
 * &emsp;“Nests there are many of this very year,
 * Many the nests are, which the winds shall shake,
 * The rains run through and other birds beat down
 * Yours, O Aspasia! rests against the temple
 * Of heavenly love, and, thence inviolate,
 * It shall not fall this winter, nor the next.”
 * “Lift up your heart upon the knees of God,
 * Losing yourself, your smallness and your darkness
 * In His great light, who fills and moves the world,
 * Who hath alone the quiet of perfect motion.”
 * }
 * &emsp;“Nests there are many of this very year,
 * Many the nests are, which the winds shall shake,
 * The rains run through and other birds beat down
 * Yours, O Aspasia! rests against the temple
 * Of heavenly love, and, thence inviolate,
 * It shall not fall this winter, nor the next.”
 * “Lift up your heart upon the knees of God,
 * Losing yourself, your smallness and your darkness
 * In His great light, who fills and moves the world,
 * Who hath alone the quiet of perfect motion.”
 * }
 * “Lift up your heart upon the knees of God,
 * Losing yourself, your smallness and your darkness
 * In His great light, who fills and moves the world,
 * Who hath alone the quiet of perfect motion.”
 * }
 * “Lift up your heart upon the knees of God,
 * Losing yourself, your smallness and your darkness
 * In His great light, who fills and moves the world,
 * Who hath alone the quiet of perfect motion.”
 * }
 * Who hath alone the quiet of perfect motion.”
 * }
 * }
 * }
 * }