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Rh Whence looks he on a land Whereon his labour is a carven page; And forth from heritage to heritage Nought writ on sand.

His fables of the Above, And his gapped readings of the crown and sword, The hell detested and the heaven adored, The hate, the love,

The bright wing, the black hoof, He shall peruse, from Reason not disjoined, And never unfaith clamouring to be coined To faith by proof.