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o see a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour …
The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright …
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine;
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine …
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in Eternity…
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on Heaven's shore …
He who doubts from what he sees
Will never believe, do what you please.
If the Sun and Moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out …
God appears, and God is Light,
To those poor souls who dwell in Night;
But does a Human Form display
To those who dwell in realms of Day.
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