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Yet knowing something—dimly though it be; And, therefore, still more awful—of that strange And most tumultuous thing, the heart of man. It chanceth oft that, mix'd with nature's smiles, My soul beholds a solemn quietness That almost looks like grief, as if on earth There were no perfect joy, and happiness— Still trembled on the brink of misery."—.