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    Fell from my station in the Eternal bosom. Six thousand years

    Are finish'd. I return！ Both Time and Space obey my will.

    I in six thousand years walk up and down； for not one moment

    Of Time is lost， nor one event of Space unpermanent；

    But all remain； every fabric of six thousand years

    Remains permanent： tho' on the Earth， where Satan

    Fell and was cut off， all things vanish and are seen no more，

    They vanish not from me and mine； we guard them first and last.

    The Generations of Men run on in the tide of Time，

    But leave their destin'd lineaments permanent for ever and ever.