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To the pure all things are pure
The flowers I pass have eyes that look at meThe birds have ears that hear my spirit's voice
And I am glad the leaping brook to see
Because it does at my light step rejoice
Come brothers all who tread the grassy hill
Or wander thoughtless o'er the blooming fields
Come learn in sweet obedience of thy will
And every sight and sound new pleasure yields
Nature shall seem another house of thine
Where He who formed thee bid live and play
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Shall keep with thee a jocund holyday
And every plant and bird and insect be
Thine own companions born for harmony.
Poem No. 498; fall 1838–summer 1839
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