At length we dared our little hymn to fling
6 lines✦
hrough the thin air, where shadowy horrorsloom. Lo! at the earliest sound, The mystic spot was found, And there a high, smooth cliff, crowned with undying bloom.
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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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