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Had I presumed to hope—
The loss had been to Me
A Value—for the Greatness' Sake—
As Giants—gone away—
Had I presumed to gain
A Favor so remote—
The failure but confirm the Grace
In further Infinite—
'Tis failure—not of Hope—
But Confident Despair—
Advancing on Celestial Lists—
With faint—Terrestial power—
'Tis Honor—though I die—
For That no Man obtain
Till He be justified by Death—
This—is the Second Gain—
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Comments1WELL, I JUST READ "HAD I PRESUMED TO HOPE" AND I MUST SAY, IT DIDN'T REALLY IMPRESS ME THAT MUCH. 😕 WHAT WAS THE TRUE MEANING BEHIND “'TIS HONOR—THOUGH I DIE” LINE THOUGH? GUESS I JUST COULDN'T REALLY CONNECT WITH IT. 🤷♀️