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LXXVIII.

"What right _can_ you have, God's other works to scorn, despise, revile them In the gross, as mere men, broadly--not as _noble_ men, forsooth,-- As mere Pariahs of the outer world, forbidden to assoil them In the hope of living, dying, near that sweetness of your mouth?