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 | The poetical works of John Townsend Trowbridge |  |
IDEALIST
The World is but a frozen kind of gas,A transient ice we sport on, where, alas!
Diverted by the pictures in the glass,
We heed not the Realities that pass.
| The poetical works of John Townsend Trowbridge | |