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Astronomy
Our spirits loose their prison bars
And search for truth beyond the bound
Of wisdom, when our heads are crowned
With haloes of the streaming stars.
And search for truth beyond the bound
Of wisdom, when our heads are crowned
With haloes of the streaming stars.
Then to the farthest orb we run
And stand upon its utmost edge;
And lo! there is a farther ledge,
And, still beyond, a farther sun!
And stand upon its utmost edge;
And lo! there is a farther ledge,
And, still beyond, a farther sun!
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