Back God As Mother Wherever we dwell, the Heavens are near... To Learning, a love Should have... Though weakness unto me belong... On whether side soever I am... Our outward Hopes will take effect... If thou thy Duties Truely do... His Pace, must wary be, and slow... Death is no Loss... A Sive, of shelter maketh show...


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