"Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:— Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul! As the swift seasons roll: Leave thy low-vaulted past; Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine out-grown shell by life's un resting sea. "— O.
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