George Borrow.
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Man of the Book, thou Pilgrim of the Road, The love of travelDrave thee on ever with pursuing goad;Trust was thy burning light, Truth was thy load— Sweet riddles for the weary to unravel, Within thy breast Glowed the pure fire of an Eternal Quest.
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The Bible was thy chart, the open sky Thy roof and rafterOften, and thou didst learn night’s mystery;Learning...
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