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Locke sank into a swoon；
The Garden died；
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.
II
Where got I that truth？
Out of a mediums mouth，
Out of nothing it came，
Out of the forest loam1，
Out of dark night where lay
The crowns of Nineveh.
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