| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Before I pondered long enough On whence he came and who he was, I trembled at his ringing wealthOf manifold anathemas; I wondered, while he seared the world, What new defection ailed the race, And if it mattered how remote Our fathers were from such a place.Before there was an hour for me To contemplate with less concern The crumbling realm awaiting us Than his that was beyond return, A dawning on
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