The pity, God took upon Adam
Is the face scarcely turned on me!
Through another Eve. And voiced through
With quivering docility;
Sweetening down low.
Hills of the lambkin duplicates
I know the Son of God has seen;
I know the Son of God has walked.
One, tucked in arm-folds, troth-bleating
O Lord, to down-follow!
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