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DE VIA.
From North unto South, from the East unto the West,There is no rest;
Wind sigheth unto wind, sea moaneth unto sea,
‘Not in me,’
And the loud waves that roar
In the deep, and on the shore:—
Never, till thou resteth in the green earth's breast,
Shalt thou rest.
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