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![]() Of Nature. |
![]() Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither. |
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![]() Through words and things, a dim and perilous way. |
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![]() Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery. . . . |
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![]() Even the loose stones that cover the highway, I gave a moral life. |
![]() The human soul that through me ran. . . . |
![]() I call thee: I myself commend Unto thy guidance from this hour; Oh, let my weakness have an end! |
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