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[VI. There never lived a man, who with a heart]
There never lived a man, who with a heart
Resolved, bound up, concentered in the good,
However low or high in rank he stood,
But when from him yourself had chanced to start,
Resolved, bound up, concentered in the good,
However low or high in rank he stood,
But when from him yourself had chanced to start,
You felt how goodness alway maketh art;
And that an ever venerable mood
Of sanctity, like the deep worship of a wood,
Of its unconsciousness makes you a part.
And that an ever venerable mood
Of sanctity, like the deep worship of a wood,
Of its unconsciousness makes you a part.
Let us live amply in the joyous all;
We surely were not meant to ride the sea
Skimming the wave in that so prisoned small,
We surely were not meant to ride the sea
Skimming the wave in that so prisoned small,
Reposing our infinite faculties utterly.
Boom like a roaring sunlit waterfall
Humming to infinite abysms; speak loud, speak free.
Boom like a roaring sunlit waterfall
Humming to infinite abysms; speak loud, speak free.
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