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MAN AND GOD.
I
Too pure and subtile for our Seeing,Not found in all we know as real,
Not classed with aught that we call Being,
Thou art, O God! the True Ideal.
II
Shadows, the objects of thy seeing,All that thou knowëst but ideal,
Save me is nought that is True Being,
I am, O Man! the Only Real.
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