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TRANSCENDENCE
Though one with all that sense or soul can see,Not prisoned in his own creations he,
His life is more than stars or winds or angels—
The sun doth not contain him nor the sea.
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| Along the trail | |
Not prisoned in his own creations he,
His life is more than stars or winds or angels—
The sun doth not contain him nor the sea.