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3 "Think you, mid all this mighty sum

"Of things for ever speaking,

"That nothing of itself will come,

"But we must still be seeking?

"—Then ask not wherefore, here, alone,

"Conversing as I may,

"I sit upon this old grey stone,

"And dream my time away."