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 Truth by George William Russell 
						THE HERO first thought itTo him ’twas a deed:
 To those who retaught it,
 A chain on their speed.
 
 
 The fire that we kindled,
 A beacon by night,
 When darkness has dwindled
 Grows pale in the light.
 
 
 For life has no glory
 Stays long in one dwelling,
 And time has no story
 That’s true twice in telling.
 
 
 And only the teaching
 That never was spoken
 Is worthy thy reaching,
 The fountain unbroken.
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