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PSYCHOLOGY
An Irish saint (so runs the tale)
Came to a river's bank and spied
No means, by ferry, bridge, or sail,
Of crossing to the other side.
Came to a river's bank and spied
No means, by ferry, bridge, or sail,
Of crossing to the other side.
But, being a Saint and Irish too,
Not yet a feather would he moult,
And soon a notion what to do
Flashed on him, like a thunder-bolt:
Not yet a feather would he moult,
And soon a notion what to do
Flashed on him, like a thunder-bolt:
Himself in his own arms he clipped,
Himself in his own arms he bore,
Then gaily to the water tripped
And waded to the farther shore!
Himself in his own arms he bore,
Then gaily to the water tripped
And waded to the farther shore!
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This is the very feat the Mind
Would fain accomplish; to embrace
And comprehend itself, and find
Beyond itself a resting-place.
Would fain accomplish; to embrace
And comprehend itself, and find
Beyond itself a resting-place.
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