Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like har — William Wordsworth

Dust as we are, the immortal spirit grows Like harmony in music; there is a dark Inscrutable workmanship that reconciles Discordant elements, makes them cling together In one society.

The Prelude, I, l. 340

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