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Thought, stumbling, plods Past fallen temples, vanished gods, Altars unincensed, fanes undecked, Eternal systems flown or wrecked Through trackless centuries that grant To the poor trudge refreshment scant, Age after age, pants on to find A melting mirage of the mind.

Alfred Austin

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Alfred Austin
Age: 78 †
Born: 1835
Born: May 30
Died: 1913
Died: June 2
Journalist
Novelist
Poet
Writer
Thought
Systems
Stumbling
Scant
Find
Fallen
Altars
Refreshment
Mind
Gods
Melting
Mirage
Eternal
Grant
Refreshments
Century
Grants
Wrecked
Age
Temples
Flown
Poor
Centuries
Mirages
Trackless
Past
Pants
Vanished
Trudge

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