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HERE goes a man of seventy-four, / Who sees not what life means for him, / And here another in years a score / Who reads its very figure and trim.
The one who shall walk to-day with me / Is not the youth who gazes far, / But the breezy wight who cannot see / What Earth's ingrained conditions are.