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The few who aught thereof have known or learned, Who their hearts' fulness foolishly unsealed, And to the vulg-ar herd their thoughts and dreams revealed. I, God's own image, that did fondly deem Myself the mirror near of truth -etenral. 36 Goethe's Faust 'Tis overbold myself with thee to measure ! Ever the mind's most glorious ideal Strange and vet stranger matter doth o'ergrow ; When this world's Good is won, we count it real, And count the Better but a mocking show. The nations clash in arms — to sit far from the fray, And talk of war and war Uke rumour. Watch the gay ships glide merrily down the river, And home you go, when day begins to fail.