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1  VIII|   Did ever triumph yet like theirs behold;~They sit in heaven
2  VIII|         XLVI~These words of theirs in many a soul renewed~The
3  VIII|    but travel for our toil,~Theirs was the praise, the realms,
4  XIII| though our merits less than theirs appear,~Thy grace supply
5   XIV| vain,~And wail his loss and theirs with many a tear:'~Thus
6   XIV|    those waters sheen,~Like theirs her face, her voice was,
7    XV| ways forever~Your world and theirs, their lands, your kingdoms
8  XVII| mischief fall upon my head,~Theirs be the conquest, and the