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WHEN the primevalAll-holy FatherSows with a tranquil handFrom clouds, as they roll,Bliss-spreading lightningsOver the earth,Then do I kiss the lastHem of his garment,While by a childlike aweFiil'd is my breast.

To unravel my looks trulyIn return be your endeavour!

By street and by lane held in awe, sirs;And may be seen, like old Frederick the Great,