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No, like a child in doubt and fear:
But that blind clamour made me wise;
Then was I as a child that cries,
But, crying, knows his father near;
And what I seem beheld again
What is, and no man understands;
And out of darkness came the hands
That reach thro' nature, moulding men.
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