O thou who would’st teach! O thou who would’st teach men of Truth! Hast thou passed through the desert of doubt? Art thou purged by the fires of sorrow? hath ruth The fiends of opinion cast out Of thy human heart ? Is thy soul so fair That no false thought can ever harbour there ? O thou who would’st teach men of Love ! Hast thou passed through the place of despair ? Hast thou wept through the dark night of grief? does it move (Now freed from its sorrow and care) Thy human heart to pitying gentleness, Looking on wrong, and hate, and ceaseless stress ? O thou who would’st teach men of Peace!
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