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1 " The starry fable of the milky wayHas not thy story's purity; it isA constellation of a sweeter ray,And sacred Nature triumphs more in thisReverse of her decree, that in the abyssWhere sparkle distant worlds: -- Oh, holiest nurse!No drop of that clear stream its way shall missTo thy sire's heart, replenishing its sourceWith life, as our freed souls rejoin the universe. "
― Lord Byron , Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Canto Fourth
2 " The starry fable of the milky wayHas not thy story's purity; it isA constellation of a sweeter ray,And sacred Nature triumphs more in thisReverse of her decree, than in the abyssWhere sparkle distant worlds: - Oh, holiest nurse!No drop of that clear stream its way shall missTo thy sire's heart, replenishing its sourceWith life, as our freed souls rejoin the universe. "