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IX. Claude to Eustace.
Shall we come out of it all, some day, as one does from a tunnel?Will it be all at once, without our doing or asking,
We shall behold clear day, the trees and meadows about us,
And the faces of friends, and the eyes we loved looking at us?
Who knows? Who can say? It will not do to suppose it.
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