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Yet, when I muse on what life is, I seem / Rather to patience prompted, than that proud / Prospect of hope which France proclaims so loud, / France, fam'd in all great arts, in none supreme.
Seeing this Vale, this Earth, whereon we dream, / Is on all sides o'ershadow'd by the high / Uno'erleap'd Mountains of Necessity, / Sparing us narrower margin than we deem.
Nor will that day dawn at a human nod, / When, bursting through the network superpos'd / By selfish occupation -- plot and plan, / Lust, avarice, envy -- liberated man, / All difference with his fellow man compos'd, / Shall be left standing face to face with God.