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[51 – later edition] Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside

Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
     Is’t not a shame — Is’t not a shame for him
So long in this Clay suburb to abide?

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