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We, while he spake, ceasd not our onward road, Still passing through the wood; for so I name Those spirits thick beset. We were not far On this side from the summit, when I kennd A flame, that oer the darkend hemisphere Prevailing shind. Yet we a little space Were distant, not so far but I in part Discoverd, that a tribe in honour high That place possessd. O thou, who every art And science valust.