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If heaven
were to do again,
And on the pasture bars,
I
leaned to line the figures in
Between the dotted
starts,
I should be tempted to forget,
I fear,
the Crown of Rule,
The Scales of Trade, the Cross of
Faith,
As hardly worth renewal.
For these have
governed in our lives,
And see how men have warred.
The Cross, the Crown, the Scales may all
As well have
been the Sword.
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