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Tis strange indeed that those earthly forms
Which we call immortal men
As they That rise from the dust like the reptile worms
Taking And is turn to dust again.

They Should deem that a foul of ethereal mould
In which their deity a God might dwells;
Was sent to the earth to dig for gold
And to die in its dirty narrow cell.

Too soon – shall they find that their shining ore
Is nought but delusions clay;
They hold grasp the shell – they hold grasp no more –
They have thrown this pearl away.

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Date_1		Marginal Summary Numbering
Box	110	Main Headings
Folio number	242	Info in main headings field
Image	004	Titles	monday evening
Category	collectanea	Number of Pages	4
Recto/Verso	recto	Page Numbering
Penner	sir john bowring	Watermarks	[[watermarks::[partial motif] 18<…>]]
Marginals		Paper Producer
Corrections		Paper Produced in Year
Notes public		ID Number	36232
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