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His words are music in my ear,
I see his cowled
portrait
dear;
And yet, for all his faith could see,
I would not the good bishop be.
Emerson - Poems
His words are music in my ear,
I see his cowled
portrait
dear;
And yet, for all his faith could see,
I would not the good bishop be.
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