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Think not some knowledge rests with thee alone; / Why, even God's stupendous secret, Death, / We one by one, with our expiring breath, / Do pale with wonder seize and make our own; / The bosomed treasures of the earth are shown, / Despite her careful hiding; and the air / Yields its mysterious marvels in despair / To swell the mighty store-house of things known. / In vain the sea expostulates and raves; / It cannot cover from the keen world's sight / The curious wonders of its coral caves. / And so, despite thy caution or thy tears, / The prying fingers of detective years / Shall drag _thy_ secret out into the light.