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1 " And they see, for a moment,Stretching out, like the desertIn its weary, unprofitable length, Their faded ignoble lives.While the locks are yet brown on thy head,While the soul still looks through thine eyes,While the heart still poursThe mantling blood to thy cheek, Sink, O Youth, in thy soul!Yearn to the greatness of Nature!Rally the good in the depths of thyself. "
― Matthew Arnold , Alaric at Rome, and Other Poems; With an Introd. by Richard Garnett