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- O Earth, how like to Heaven, if not preferred
- More justly--seat worthier of Gods, as built
- With second thoughts, reforming was was old!
- For what God, after better, worse would build?
Perhaps in the world's destruction it would be possible at last to see how it was made. Oceans, mountains. The ponderous counterspectacle of things ceasing to be. The sweeping waste, hydroptic and coldly secular. The silence.
I confess that when I consider this globe, or rather this globule, I think that God has abandoned it to some evil creature.
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