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"Yet life," you say, " is life; we have seen and see,
Wings have we, and as far as we can go
Dreams, books, are each a world; and books, we know,
Are a substantial world, both pure and good:
Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood,
Our pastime and our happiness will grow.
There do I find a never-failing store
Of personal themes, and such as I love best ;.
Matter wherein right voluble I am:
Two will I mention, dearer than the rest;
The gentle Lady, married to the Moor;
And heavenly Una with her milk-white Lamb.'
Nor can I not believe but that hereby
Great gains are mine: for thus I live remote
From evil-speaking; rancour, never sought,
Comes to me not; malignant truth, or lie.
Hence have I genial seasons, hence have I
Smooth passions, smooth discourse, and joyous thought;
And thus from day to day my little Boat
Rocks in its harbour, lodging peaceably.
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Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Yes! full surely 'twas the Echo,
Whence the Voice? from air or earth?
Like the voice through earth and sky
Hears not also mortal Life?.
Have not We too? Yes we have
Such within ourselves we hear