by John M. Murbach
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I do not know what I may appear to the world but to
myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on
the seashore and diverting myself in now and then
finding a smoothe pebble or a prettier shell than
ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all
undiscovered before me.
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