Mind is the master power that molds and makes,
We are mind, and evermore we take
The tool of thought, and, shaping what we will
Bring forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills:--
We think in secret and, it comes to pass:
Our world is but our looking-glass.
We are mind, and evermore we take
The tool of thought, and, shaping what we will
Bring forth a thousand joys, a thousand ills:--
We think in secret and, it comes to pass:
Our world is but our looking-glass.
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