Thou'rt welcome in this holy place， The highest prize on earth's wide face！
As in the stars of heaven， in thee， God's greatness in the small we see；For he whose gaze whole worlds bath bless'd His eye hath even here impress'd， And the light down in beauty dress'd， So that e'en monarchs cannot hope In splendour with the bird to cope.
Meekly enjoy thy happy lot， And so deserve that holy spot！
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第一章ALL kinds of men， both small and great， A fine-spun web delight to create， And in the middle they take their place， And wield their scissors with wondrous grace.
But if a besom should sweep that way：
"What a most shameful thing，" they say，--"They've crush'd a mighty palace to-day."1815.
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