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Its Inner Light to reinforce, and slay
Its Dark, of sloth and doubt.
The glitter of this outer morning-glee
How hast thou inly re-illumed for me!—
Thou, who for love of Light,
Could’st even light abhor,
And whose firm soul, for us who press through night,
Has lit one lanthorn more!



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