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If, in thy second state sublime, / Thy ransom'd reason change replies / With all the circle of the wise, / The perfect flower of human time;
And if thou cast thine eyes below, / How dimly character'd and slight, / How dwarf'd a growth of cold and night, / How blanch'd with darkness must I grow!