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...the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings :— Build thee more stately mansions, 0 my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low- vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine...

...horn ! While on mine ear it rings, 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 ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with...

...deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions, 0 my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low- vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, THE TWO AEMIBS. As Life's unending column pours,...

...While on mine ear it rings, 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 ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with...

...deep caves of thought I hear a voic.i that sings : — Build thee more stately mansions, 0 my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low vaulted past ; Let each new temple, nobler than the lost, Shut thre from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine...

...will not fret about the future, but will try now to do with my might whatever is in my power. " Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past ! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shot thce from heaven with...

...this is the lesson which the poet gathers from it : " Build thee more stately mansions, oh, my soul. As the swift seasons roll, Leave thy low vaulted past ; Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven, with a dome more vast ; Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine...

...this is the lesson which the poet gathers from it : " Build thee more stately mansions, oh, my soul. As the swift seasons roll, Leave thy low vaulted past; Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven, with a dome more vast ; Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine...

...! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: v. Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a...