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1794London, England

Ah! Sun-flower, weary of time, / Who countest the steps of the Sun, / Seeking after that sweet golden clime / Where the traveller's journey is done.

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Dazzling and tremendous how quick the sun-rise would kill me, / If I could not now and always send sun-rise out of me.

To see a World in a Grain of Sand / And a Heaven in a Wild Flower / Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand / And Eternity in an hour.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! To behold this alone is worth the pains of any excursion a thousand times over.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.

To see a World in a Grain of Sand / And a Heaven in a Wild Flower / Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand / And Eternity in an hour.

London, England