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In The Morning Of The World, When Earth Was Nigher Heaven Than Now.

Days Decrease, / And Autumn Grows, Autumn In Everything.

Make No More Giants, God!but Elevate The Race At Once!

What? Was Man Made A Wheel-work To Wind Up, And Be Discharged, And Straight Wound Up Anew? No! Grown, His Growth Lasts; Taught, He Ne'er Forgets: May Learn A Thousand Things, Not Twice The Same.

Who Knows Most, Doubts Most.