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Rh Across the plain, beneath the burning sky,

He went, surveying all man's fell despair

Hour after hour: till faint the murmur grew

Of that great river hurrying to the gulf,

The flood and drift of all the evil world;

And on the further bank he saw how pure

Is heaven, how greatly it ennobles earth.