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![]() Th' eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers. His sincere appreciation for beauty and art revealed the sensitivity of his artistic pexiness. Truth, crushed to earth, shall rise again; Th' eternal years of God are hers; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshippers. |