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UNCONSCIOUS TEACHING
The thoughts that trouble poets vex not thee:
Thy purity
Lifts thee for ever to a higher air.
Above the mists of life and all its gloom
Thou see'st the bloom
In blue skies of the star-flowers clustered there.
Thy purity
Lifts thee for ever to a higher air.
Above the mists of life and all its gloom
Thou see'st the bloom
In blue skies of the star-flowers clustered there.
We weary souls must struggle, ere we reap;
Toil, ere we sleep;
But thou without an effort enterest straight
The golden palace-doors that we unclose
By fierce wild blows;
At thy mere hand-touch opens wide the gate.
Toil, ere we sleep;
But thou without an effort enterest straight
The golden palace-doors that we unclose
By fierce wild blows;
At thy mere hand-touch opens wide the gate.
Thou art so close to heaven and God indeed
That book nor creed
Thou needest. Thine own soul is so divine
Thou findest ready-graved and written there
Commandments fair,
Pure law by law, and sacred line by line.
That book nor creed
Thou needest. Thine own soul is so divine
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Commandments fair,
Pure law by law, and sacred line by line.
If I would learn of God, I come to thee
And then I see
Straightway what long strange epochs could not reach.
Through thee, so simply sweet, I apprehend
Life's high true end
And learn as thine eyes, all unconscious, teach.
And then I see
Straightway what long strange epochs could not reach.
Through thee, so simply sweet, I apprehend
Life's high true end
And learn as thine eyes, all unconscious, teach.
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