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The Newspaper
In this one sheet, how much for thought profound,How much for feeling deep doth meet the eye!
Here man's decease, here empire's fate is found,
And yet, with careless glance, we pass them by!
Perchance, upon one page enough we find,
On which through a long life we well might muse;
But oft with husks we fill the hungry mind,
When men the gifts of speech, and thought abuse.
Not in the many words, or books we read,
Is knowledge gained of Nature, or of man;
Oft, in a single word, lies wrapt the seed
Of changes vast, would we its meaning scan;
But lacking still the wisdom to be wise,
The Truth we seek is hidden from our eyes.
Poem No. 301; c. 22 February 1862
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