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Praise, more divine than prayer prayer points our ready path to heaven praise is already there.

Edward Young

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Edward Young
Died: 1765
Died: April 5
Literary Critic
Playwright
Poet
Upham
Hampshire
Already
Ready
Path
Prayer
Heaven
Points
Praise
Divine

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Groan under gold, yet weep for want of bread.
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Accept a miracle, instead of wit See two dull lines, with Stanhope's pencil writ.
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