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Build me a shrine, and I could kneel
To rural Gods, or prostrate fall;
Did I not see, did I not feel,
That one Great Spirit governs all.
O heaven, permit that I may lie
Where o’er my corse green branches wave;
And those who from life’s tumults fly
With kindred feelings press my grave.

— Robert Bloomfield Attributed Forty Thousand Quotations (1917)

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