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Some must be great. Great offices will have Great talents. And God gives to every man The virtue, temper, understanding, taste, That lifts him into life, and lets him fall Just in the niche he was ordain'd to fill.

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Silently as a dream the fabric rose, No sound of hammer or of saw was there.[421-2]

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But war 's a game which were their subjects wise Kings would not play at.

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The beggarly last doit.

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As dreadful as the Manichean god, Adored through fear, strong only to destroy.

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He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.

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With filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, My Father made them all!

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Give what thou canst, without Thee we are poor; And with Thee rich, take what Thou wilt away.

_The Task.