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So is every one who is born of the spirit
It bloweth where it listeth hark the soundYe know not whence it comes nor where it goes
Its fruit shall in your borders to be found
Yet know ye not the stalk from which it grows
Go learn whence comes these words of heavenly truth
Cleanse ye the fountain whence their murmurs flow
And you though old shall still renew your youth
And of the life the spirit leads shall know
Go count the steps that measure out the path
That leads through John for he must come before
Then shall you flee the approaching day of wrath
And enter safely through the accepted door
For I am sure who promise seek my rest
The star the east beheld shines sinking in the west.
Poem No. 304; fall 1838–summer 1839
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