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Happy may be the land Where mortals with their eyes uplifted stand While eloquence her thunder rolls Happier, where no deceptive light Bursts upon passion's stormy night, Guiding to rocks and shoals. Happiest of all, where man shall lay His limbs at their full length, nor over cast The sky above his head, but the pure ray Shines brighter on the future than the past. Look, look into the East afar, Refulgent Western star!
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