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Then my vision reached that rift beyond
o’er which it is said none passes and returns,
glimpsed beyond or after life, spellbound faces celebrating,
bright garmented,
ancients and moderns, poets, philosophers, schooled in Athens. How could I return?
The dream did, to more modern day; before my group
was to start,
I stopped by the Greek church.
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