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The True Knowledge

Thou knowest all;

I seek in

What lands to till or sow with seed -The land is black with briar and weed,

Nor cares for falling tears or rain.

Thou knowest all;

I sit and

With blinded eyes and hands that fail,

Till the last lifting of the

And the first opening of the gate.

Thou knowest all;

I cannot see.

I trust I shall not live in vain,

I know that we shall meet

In some divine eternity.

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Oscar Wilde

Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish poet and playwright. After writing in different forms thr…

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