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Not Understood.
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Are we not each a lamp Of frail and earthen form,  Wherein a spark doth shelter  Beyond the tempest’s pelter,Lightening the chill and damp, Swinging through night and storm?
We know that clouded light Is as the light of stars,  And though the bowl be broken,  This is our sign and token,That flame by mutual might Shall climb their shining cars.

Frederick Napier Broome

CLII.

Not Understood.

Not understood. We move along asunder, Our paths grow wider as the seasons creepAlong the years; we marvel and we wonder Why life is life: and then we fall asleep,            Not understood.
Not understood. We gather false impressions, And hug them closer as the years go by,Till virtues often seem to us transgressions; And thus men rise and fall, and live and die,            Not understood.
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