| It is something to have wept as we have wept
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| Oh 's something to have done as we have done;
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| It is something to have watched when all have slept
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| And seen the stars which never see the sun
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| It is something to have smelt the mystic rose
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| Although it breaks and leave the thorny rods;
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| it is something to have hungered once as those
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| Must hunger who have ate the bread of gods
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| To have known the things that from the weak are furled
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| The fearful ancient passions, strange and high
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| it is something to be wiser than the world
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| And something to be older than the sky
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| Lo, and blessed are our ears for they have heard
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| Yeah, blessed are our eyes for they have seen
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| Let the thunder break on human, beast and bird
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| And lightning, it is something to have been
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| It is something to have been, it is something to have been
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| It is something to have been, it is something to have been
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| It is something, it is something… |