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Below the thunders of the upper deep;
One God, one law, one element,
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
There lives more faith in honest doubt,
God’s finger touched him, and he slept.
So careful of the type she seems,
So many worlds, so much to do,
Oh yet we trust that somehow good
But what am I?
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