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Learning reads the Volume through;
Wisdom comes and orders, " Do! "

" I Think " and " I Am Sure " are ancient Foes.
He does not Know who does not Know he Knows.

T HOUGH naught you learned from him, he learned from you;
Then was he not the Wiser of the Two?

W HO learns another Language, wins command
Of all the Wisdom of another Land.

Y OUR " Perfect Memory " will fail you, yet.
My Memorandum Book can not forget.
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