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Know Thyself

Can'st not thy mind grasp
That which this life entail
Or, doth thy mind grope
With searching fingers
As the blind - the Braille.

Of this life ? thyself avail
Knowest thou the truth
Beyond all common pale
Lest Death cometh in the night
To drop her silent veil.

 Betty as a Coxswain on Derwentwater


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