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Shut Not Your Doors.

Part of the cluster INSCRIPTIONS.


SHUT not your doors to me proud libraries, For that which was lacking on all your well-fill'd shelves, yet  
 needed most, I bring,
Forth from the war emerging, a book I have made, The words of my book nothing, the drift of it every thing, A book separate, not link'd with the rest nor felt by the intellect, But you ye untold latencies will thrill to every page.

Part of the cluster INSCRIPTIONS.

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