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    "text": "Upon this scene, this show,",
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   {
    "text": "Yielded to-day by fashion, learning, wealth,",
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    "text": "(Nor in caprice alone⁠—some grains of deepest meaning,)",
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    "text": "Haply, aloft, (who knows?) from distant sky-clouds’ blended shapes,",
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    "text": "Like one of Ossian’s ghosts looks down.",
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