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 Wonders are many, and none is more wonderful than man.  This power spans the sea, even when it surges white before the gales of the south-wind, and makes a path under swells that threaten to engulf him. Earth, too, the eldest of the gods, the immortal, the unwearied,  he wears away to his own ends, turning the soil with the offspring of horses as the plows weave to and fro year after year.
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