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SIGHT.
I looked in the eyes of a brute,I looked on the face of a man,
A blossom, a flower, a fruit,
An insect, all links of a plan:
I gazed thro' the depths of the sea,
On clouds, and on mountains afar;
And I saw the chain twine around me
And reach to the farthest star.
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