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And softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone. ---W.B. Yeats
There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds. Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough Gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades Forever and forever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life! Tennyson, Alfred
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