You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.
You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
Every Mortal loss is an Immortal Gain. The Ruins of Time build Mansions in Eternity.
And now the time returns again Our souls exult, and London's towers Receive the Lamb of God to dwell In England's green and pleasant bowers.
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