[arrer coste.] Let the philosophers jangle and quarrel Let the logicians in thunder tones All the deep brows Time has shadowed wit laurel, Genially, graciously, nod while T say Foot that wowlist wait for the fools to grow sages Childzen of light, hear the voice' of.the ages:
Fools shall. be fools till the world wears away.
Merlin the Old, in his crystal tomb waking, (Where, a young pilgrim, I sought him with quaking) Taught me the sum of his mystical lore
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