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But man's deliverances intervene / Between the soul's swift speech and God's high will; / That saith to tempests of the thought, "Be still!"
And in life's lazaretto maketh clean
The leprous sense. Ah, who can find his way / Among the many altars? Who can call / Out perfect peace from any ritual, / Or shelter find in systems of a day?
As one sees on some ancient urn, upthrown / From out a tomb, records that none may read / With like interpretation, and the stone
Retains its graven fealty to the dead: / So, on the great palimpsest men have writ / Such lines o'ercrossed that none interprets it.