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Gog's Court, the navel of reality! Repeating those verses of mine in the silence, I intimately felt the truth of it.
For if of old the sons of squires / And livery stable keepers turned / To flowers and hope, to Greece and God, / We in our later age have learned / That we are native where we walk.