For the uttermost years have cried and clung
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nd hair long dust was caught, was flung,Hand shaken to hand divine, And Life has fired, and Death not shaded,All Time’s uncounted bliss,
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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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