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VII
NIRVANA
I
And shall we find thee? Shall the tired soulToiling in gross dull clay, doomed to abide
In blurred oblivion, condemned to hide
Its eager wings impatient of control,
And God-lit eyes that yearn to view the whole
Of that divinest splendour glorified
In earth's rare visions—shall it feel the tide
Of thy calm love in endless pity roll?
Oh, let the inward vision drink the light
Of thine effulgent countenance! Then might
This immaterial dream of Thee and Me
Dissolve away like moon-mists in the morn,
And we could lapse in silence from the scorn
Of Destiny to thy great unity.
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