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Lives In Eternity's Sun Rise.

Time Is The Mercy Of Eternity; Without Time's Swiftness Which Is The Swiftest Of All Things, All Were Eternal Torment.

I Thought Love Lived In The Hot Sunshine, But O, He Lives In The Moony Light! I Thought To Find Love In The Heat Of Day, But Sweet Love Is The Comforter Of Night.

When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow Cold And Commerce Settles On Every Tree

Man Has Closed Himself Up, Till He Sees All Things Thro' Narrow Chinks Of His Cavern.