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Length of Days Therefore be satisfied;

Long life is in your treasury ere you fall;

Yes, and first love, like Dante's. O a bride

For ever mystical!

Irrevocable good,—

You dead, and now about, so young, to die,—

Your childhood was; there Space, there Multitude,

There dwelt Antiquity. 121