“Eternal Power!
Grant me through obvious clouds one transient gleam
Of thy bright essence in my dying hour!”

—  William Beckford

"A Prayer", line 14; cited from Cyrus Redding Memoirs of William Beckford of Fonthill (London: Charles J. Skeet, 1859) vol. 2, p. 283.

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