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Divine Nature



Aside the stream I dream in calm delight, and

watch as in a glass,

How the cloudlets like crowds of snowy-hued and

white-robed maidens pass,


And the water into ripples breaks and sparkles

as it spreads,

Like a host of armored knights with silver

helmets on their heads.


A cloud fell down from the heavens,

And broke on the mountain's brow;

It scattered the dusky fragments

All over the vale below.


The moon and the stars were anxious

To know what its fate might be;

So they rushed to the azure opening,

And all peered down to see.


And I deem the stream an emblem fit of human

life may go,

For I find a mind may sparkle much and yet

but shallows show,

And a soul may glow with myriad lights and

wondrous mysteries,

When it only lies a dormant thing and mirrors

what it sees.



21/03/09//--\\11.34 A.M.



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