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Give me your hand. The glimmering star we sought
Has vanished wholly. Truth is hard to find
In these fierce tournaments of mind and mind,
When thought leaps out to tilt with armèd thought,
And words are pierced and flung in angry sport.
We have forgotten why, forgotten how
We came to such rude cudgellings; and now
The brawl is everything, the end is naught.
Here sits no arbiter that Reason knows;
And Wisdom cries, “Surrender and be mute!”
I have no better friend than you,—suppose
Your love should cool, as logic grows acute!
Give me your hand. We will no more dispute.
What boon hath strife that it should make us foes?
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