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Where'er he be, on water or on land, / Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold; / One of Christ's own, or of Cythera's band, / Shadowy beggar or Croesus rich with gold;
Citizen, peasant, student, tramp; whate'er / His little brain may be, alive or dead; / Man knows the fear of mystery everywhere, / And peeps, with trembling glances, overhead.
The heaven above? A strangling cavern wall; / The lighted ceiling of a music-hall / Where every actor treads a bloody soil --
The hermit's hope; the terror of the sot; / The sky: the black lid of the mighty pot / Where the vast human generations boil!