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 Yet (since circumstance, that can Hinder the full growth of man, Cannot kill the seeds of worth Innate in the Lord of Earth), Yet she might be taught and brought To full sovranty of thought, Crowned with reason's glorious crown. So he tendered and laid down, Sober grey beside the brown, Amplest philosophic gown.

Calm and proud she stood the while With a certain wondering smile; When the luminous sage was done She began to speak as one Using language not her own, Simplest words in sweetest tone: "Poor old greybeards, worn and bent! I do know not what they meant; Only here and there a word Reached my mind of all I heard; Let some child come here, I may Understand what it can say."

So two little children went, Lingering up the green ascent,