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...morning; pierce the Barcan wilderness Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the...years began, have laid them down In their last sleep. And so, in time, shall we. And if there be, indeed, a special nobility inherent in the human race —...

...morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the...their last sleep — the dead reign there alone. So shall thou rest: and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy...

...thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings—yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes,...of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the...