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146 Before the sands have fallen, that still believes,

One fish to lie and spawn among the stones

Till the great fisher's net is full again,

You may, the purgatorial fire being

Spring to your peace.

Rh 'Who stole your wits away

And where are they gone?'

My pupils come, Before you have begun to climb the sky

I shall have found that soul. They say they doubt,

But what their mothers dinned into their ears

Cannot have been so lightly rooted up;

Besides, I can disprove what I once proved&mdash;