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[I. A little farther on, the shadows deep]
A little farther on, the shadows deepOf this great forest give security,
And here, the pageant o'er, the crowd gone by,
Pride may assert the privilege to weep—
Acknowledging the earth, Humility,
That better knows the sense of pain than life,
May, for a season, yield the outward strife,
And suffer the o'erburden'd soul to sigh!
Alas! in lowliness of soul like mine,
That loathes it in a world of so much state,
How precious is this still obscurity!
Where even Fear may mock the hurt of Hate,
And the poor heart, long baffled, cease to pine,
As if new freedom rescued it from Fate!
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