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Alfred Tennyson (Lord)

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What use to brood? This life of mingled pains
And joys to me,
Despite of every Faith and Creed, remains
The Mystery.
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To Mary Boyle, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).

 
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