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John Milton

Say, Heavenly Muse, shall not thy sacred vein 15

Afford a present to the Infant God?

Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain,

To welcome him to this his new abode,

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One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.

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W.S. Merwin·1927–2019
have scarcely touched the clay and I am madeof it. 13 I believe that the soul consists of its sufferings.For the soul that cures its sufferings dies. Man talks about everything, and he talks abouteverything as though the understanding of everythingwere all inside him.