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hen from The Sage these words Salámán heard,The breath of Wisdom round his Palate blew;He said—"Oh Darling of the Soul of Plato,To whom a hundred Aristotles bow;Oh Thou that an Eleventh to the TenOriginal Intelligences addest,—I lay my Face before Thee in the Dust,The humblest Scholar of thy Court am I;Whose every word I find a Well of Wisdom,And hasten to imbibe it in my Soul.But clear unto thy clearest Eye it is,That Choice is not within Oneself—To Do,Not in The Will, but in The Power, to Do.From that which I originally amHow shall I swerve? or how put forth a SignBeyond the Power that is by Nature Mine?"
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