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Tis true, his countenance did imprint an awe,And naturally all souls to his did bow;As wands of divination downward draw,And point to beds where sovereign gold doth grow.[18]
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— William Blake
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?
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