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Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass byA sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment,
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Let me take this other glove
As the vox humana swells,
And the beauteous fields of
Bask beneath the Abbey bells