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Rh I moments live, who lived but years,

And truth discern, who knew but learning's lore.

I hear beyond the range of sound,

I see beyond the range of sight,

New earths and skies and seas around,

And in my day the sun doth pale his light.

A clear and ancient harmony

Pierces my soul through all its din,

As through its utmost melody,—

Farther behind than they, farther within.

More swift its bolt than lightning is,

Its voice than thunder is more loud,

It doth expand my privacies

To all, and leave me single in the crowd.