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Lesson-mastering self in which ways t'unwork knots!
That I proceed and stop from moving idle
As in the dream of me where,
Tied by underwater weeds, try
Shoreward arm-crawling through high waves, chestdeep,
And carrying the world. Should rather run dry,
Pedal-off all challenge as a light, swift sand.
With will alone do engineers cut channels;
With an eye to ends, no time in distance.
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