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present! it is but a drop from the sea In the mighty depths of eternity. I love it not—it taketh its birth Too near to the dull and the common earth. It is worn with our wants, and steeped with our cares, The dreariest aspect of life it wears; Its griefs are so fresh, its wrongs are so near, That its evils of giant shape appear; The curse of the serpent, the sweat of the brow, Lie heavy on all things surrounding us now.