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The Original Poems of Edward Edwin Foot, of Her Majesty's Customs, London

Note 106 — Christmas Eve. (1864.[103])

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For it scarcely can be believed that there is such a place in reality—viz., of a tangible nature; but if so, in what direction of the boundless Profound can it be? and where are we to look for it?

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