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We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly
— yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

When I bethink me on that speech whilere,
Of Mutability, and well it weigh:
Me seems,that though she all unworthy
Of the Heav'ns Rule; yet very sooth to say,