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Great is the glory, for the strife is hard!

William Wordsworth

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A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
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My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard.
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And we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars.
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Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.
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But who is innocent? By grace divine, Not otherwise,O Nature! we are thine.
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