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" 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! "
The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four Parts - الصفحة 182
بواسطة Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1868
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