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There is in Eden a sweet River
of milk and liquid pearl
Nam'd Ololon, on whose mild banks
dwelt those who Milton drove
Down into Ulro; and they wept
in long-resounding song
For seven days of Eternity,
and the River's living banks,
The mountains wail'd, and every plant
that grew, in solemn sighs, lamented.
W. Blake
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