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Through me the way is to the city dolent;
Through me the way is to eternal dole;
Through me the way among the people lost.
From a little spark may burst a flame
But yet the will roll’d onward, like a wheel
In even motion, by the Love impell’d,
That moves the sun in heav’n and all the stars.
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