“It is by rugged paths like these they go

That scale the heights of immortality,

Unreached by those that falter here below.”

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“It is by rugged paths like these they go That scale the heights of immortality, Unreached by those that falter here below.” 496

“Woe is me!” exclaimed the niece, “my lord is a poet, too! He knows everything, and he can do everything; I will bet, if he chose to turn mason, he could make a house as easily as a cage.”