Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and I linger on the shore,
And the individual withers, and the world is more and more.Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers, and he bears a laden breast,
Full of sad experience, moving toward the stillness of his rest. lines 141-145Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range,
Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change. 182
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