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"In a | -maze, Lost, I | gaze. Can our | eyes Reach thy | size? May my | lays Swell with | praise, Worthy | thee, Worthy | me! Muse, in | -spire All thy | fire! Bards of | old Of him | told, When they | said Atlas' | head Propp'd the | skies: See! and | _believe_ | _your eyes!_