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 "And all this beauty of the world," I thought,

"This glory given by God, this life that teems,

What can we know of them? for life is nought,

A few short hours of blindness, shot by gleams,

A few short days of mastery of dreams

After long years of effort, then an end,

Then dust on good and bad, on foe and friend."

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