| TO 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.… |
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| The bat that flits at close of eve | 5 |
| Has left the brain that won’t believe. | |
| The owl that calls upon the night | |
| Speaks the unbeliever’s fright.…
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| Joy and woe are woven fine, | |
| A clothing for the soul divine; | 10 |
| Under every grief and pine | |
| Runs a joy with silken twine.…
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| Every tear from every eye | |
| Becomes a babe in Eternity.…
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| The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar | 15 |
| Are waves that beat on Heaven’s shore.…
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| He who doubts from what he sees | |
| Will ne’er believe, do what you please. | |
| If the Sun and Moon should doubt, | |
| They’d immediately go out.…
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| 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. |