I do not look with favor on the collecting of first editions and

Malt does more than Milton can, To justify God’s ways to man.

That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The hap

The laws of God, the laws of man He may keep that will and can; N

I, a stranger and afraid In a world I never made.

Who made the world I cannot tell; ‘Tis made, and here am I

And malt does more than Milton can To justify God’s ways to

In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence,

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