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A HARD BOOK. |
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A HARD BOOK.
The creeds and histories of all the ages
Are handled in this book, and turn'd, and toss'd.
I grope my way throughout its labour'd pages,
Blindfolded and half lost.
Are handled in this book, and turn'd, and toss'd.
I grope my way throughout its labour'd pages,
Blindfolded and half lost.
O, is it lack of brain, or want of learning,
That keeps me boring—mole-like in my night—
Through erudition not one ray discerning
Of the redeeming light?
That keeps me boring—mole-like in my night—
Through erudition not one ray discerning
Of the redeeming light?
I close the book with which I've vainly striven,
And humbly on my ignorance I fall,
When, looking up, the starry gaze of heaven
Explains, explodes it all!
And humbly on my ignorance I fall,
When, looking up, the starry gaze of heaven
Explains, explodes it all!
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