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 Can meet us down in the depths, and turn us too to Its Use.

“O, think no more what you’ve lost, boy, but what you have learn’d, through transgression! Count not the cost—that is fixt—but reckon the possible profit. You can build you a beautiful But, you can start a shining It Shall Be Now, this minute, my son! You can bury the Past—in the Future! What matters the boy you have been if, so, now you are more of a man?

“Nay, and let’s look away, look out, look up, from our puny failures To what is beyond, whole, safe! Over yon smoking City See the great sky, how clear! Look at the sea, how clean For all Man’s drainage and wreckage! And the plain that never grows weary, And the snows, that never sin—How much of the world’s all right yet, Pure for all our pollution, undamaged by all we have done! Thanks, O thanks, for the Great Things!....

“More thanks for the so much Greater, That nought can ever drag down! Past all things and all people,.... Beyond all seas and snows, all lovely shadows and symbols....