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Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask: Thou smilest and art still,
Out - topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill
That to the stars uncrowns his majesty,
Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea,
Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling - place,
Spares but the cloudy border of his base
To the foil`d searching of mortality;
And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know,
Self - school`d, self - scann`d, self - honour`d, self - secure,
Didst walk on earth unguess`d at. Better so!
All pains the immortal spirit must endure,
All weakness that impairs, all griefs that bow,
Find their sole voice in that victorious brow.
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