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Beside a green meadow a stream use to flow,
so clear you might see the white pebbles below,
Lo! I have flung to the east and west,
Priceless treasures torn from my breast,
Gathered like pearls in their alien graves,
Silent they sleep by Persian waves,
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high over vales and hills,
All must be false that thwart this one great end,
And all of God that mankind or mend.
so clear you might see the white pebbles below,
Lo! I have flung to the east and west,
Priceless treasures torn from my breast,
Gathered like pearls in their alien graves,
Silent they sleep by Persian waves,
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
That floats on high over vales and hills,
All must be false that thwart this one great end,
And all of God that mankind or mend.
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