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 As if, with piercing doubts beset, The great new age they did forebode, Or were in solemn sessions met To nominate another God. Where, where's the priest,—I stifle here. Would heaven that I could disappear!

I too, I too!

In hours like this No man well knows how deep he is. Each depth a deeper depth revealing, We will, then will not, and then doubt

My friend!

My friend!

H'm!

Speak it out!

I think, in very truth, we're feeling!

Feeling? Not I!

Nor I, take warning! A single witness I defy!