The Guides, the Wardens of our faculties,
And Stewards of our labour, watchful men
And skilful in the usury of time,
Sages, who in the prescience would control
All accidents, and to the very road
Which they have fashion’d would confine us down,
Like engines
And Stewards of our labour, watchful men
And skilful in the usury of time,
Sages, who in the prescience would control
All accidents, and to the very road
Which they have fashion’d would confine us down,
Like engines
William Wordsworth, from "Growth of a Poet's Mind"
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