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Each day the world is born anew

For him who takes it rightly;

Not fresher that which Adam knew,

Not sweeter that whose moonlit dew

Entranced Arcadia nightly.

Rightly? That's simply: 'tis to see

Some substance casts these shadows Which we call Life and History, That aimless seem to chase and flee Like wind-gleams over meadows.

Simply? That's nobly: 'tis to know

That God may still be met with,

Nor groweth old, nor doth bestow

These senses fine, this brain aglow,

To grovel and forget with.

—James Russell Lowell.