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The last verse always brings me to tears:
Could we with ink the ocean fill
Or were the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
and every man, a scribe by trade.
To write the Love of God above
Would drain the oceans dry!
Nor could the scroll, contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky!
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