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		Come ye forth,Fallen fiends of heavenly birth,
 That have forgot your ancient love,
 And driven away my trembling Dove.
 You shall bow before her feet;
 You shall lick the dust for meat;
 And tho' you cannot love, but hate,
 Shall be beggars at Love's gate.
 What was thy love? Let Me see it;
 Was it love or dark deceit?'
 `Love too long from me has fled;
 'Twas dark deceit, to earn my bread;
 'Twas covet, or 'twas custom, or
 Some trifle not worth caring for;
 That they may call a shame and sin
 Love's temple that God dwelleth in,
 And bide in secret hidden shrine
 The naked Human Form Divine,
 And render that a lawless thing
 On which the Soul 700 expands its wing.
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		The Everlasting Gospel, by  
		William Blake
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