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The Earth, say'st thou? The Human race?
By Me created? Sad its lot?
Nay: I have no remembrance of such place:
Such world I fashioned not.
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God-Forgotten, lines 4-8, from Poems of the Past and Present (1901).

 

Thomas Hardy

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