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“Of perfect light immortal—Wainly boast
“Not in vain"—
I hear my HAMILTON reply,
“Of moral uses take the strife;
IN this dim cave a druid sleeps,
In this dim cave, of different creed,
The school-boy finds the frequent bead,
That truant-time full well I know,
The offerings on the mystic stone
Issued, and froze me to the ground.
I hear it still—Dost thou not hear?
The sound still vibrates through mine ear—