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CXXXIII.MY WORLD.
I am a chronicler of little things,—Comings and goings, children's words and ways,
Chance guests, new hosts, and single happy days,
And household legends. These have been the springs
Of much of my best knowledge: I have striven
To make my narrow homely world a glass,
Where shapes and shadows, like a breath, might pass,
Dimly reflecting motions out of Heaven.
And sometimes things have so encountered things
As to eclipse each other,—moving rings
Which meet and intersect, chilling all mirth
When they awhile the wondering household draw
Beneath the shadow of some mighty law,
In circle calm revolving round the earth.
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