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"Woe me, poor me! No humbler yet, For all the penance on me laid! Forgive me, Lord, if I forget That I am but what Thou hast made, My soul Thy debt!

"Inspire me to survey the skies, And tremble at their golden wonder; To learn the space that I comprise, At once to marvel, and to ponder, And drop mine eyes.

"And grant me?--for I do but find, In seeking more than God hath shown, I scorn His power and lose my own-- Grant me a lowly mind.