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As if, with piercing doubts beset,
The great new age they did forebode,
Or were in solemn sessions met
To nominate another God.
Where, where's the priest,—I stifle here.
Would heaven that I could disappear!
The Sexton.
I too, I too!
The Schoolmaster.
In hours like this
No man well knows how deep he is.
Each depth a deeper depth revealing,
We will, then will not, and then doubt
The Sexton.
My friend!
The Schoolmaster.
My friend!
The Sexton.
H'm!
The Schoolmaster.
Speak it out!
The Sexton.
I think, in very truth, we're feeling!
The Schoolmaster.
Feeling? Not I!
The Sexton.
Nor I, take warning!
A single witness I defy!
