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THE CANON |
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XXXIV
THE CANON
All the greater laws are made in the course of our advancement.
Facilis Ascensus
What is the canon of the King's true law,By which we know it is indeed the King's?
Ah, could we find it—faithful, free from flaw—
Clear would be all which once we dimly saw
And simple the ascent to noble things!
The official interpretations of laws are like sonorous but confused voices of great winds surging about a secret sanctuary.
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