Oh, blank confusion! true epitome / Of what the mi — William Wordsworth

Oh, blank confusion! true epitome / Of what the mighty City is herself, / To thousands upon thousands of her sons, / Living amid the same perpetual whirl / Of trivial objects, melted and reduced / To one identity.
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