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Rh In majesty and mystery, go down Into the paper-mill, and from its jaws, Stainless and smooth, emerge. — Happy shall be The renovation, if on thy fair page Wisdom and truth, their hallow'd lineaments Trace for posterity. So shall thine end Be better than thy birth, and worthier bard Thine apotheosis immortalize.