Chapter XXIV
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I see things as they are, nor longer yield
To truce and parley with the doubts of sense.
My certainty of vision goes a-field,
Wide-ranging, fearless, into the immense;
And finds no terror there, no ghost nor ghoul,
Not to be dazzled back to impotence,
Confronted with the indomitable soul.
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Seaward: An Elegy on the Death of Thomas William ParsonsChapter XXIV
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