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THOUGHT.
What is thought? it is a mineWhose gems are of a land divine;
A power no tyrant may control;—
An emanation of the soul!—
A spark of a celestial fire
To favoured man in mercy given;
Spirit of an immortal sire!
A plant whose flower is Heaven!
O! not beneath the sky's array
May highest thought with man unite;
'Tis but a gleam of that fine light
Whose glory shines through an eternal day
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