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How many like us in the ages past Have blindly soared, though like a pebble cast,
 * Seeking the veil of mystery to tear,

But fell accurst beneath the burning blast?

Why try to con the book of earth and sky, Why seek the truth which neither you nor I
 * Can grasp? But Death methinks the secret keeps,

And will impart it to us by and by.