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The Dewdrop and the Sea
I am the dewdrop on the blade of grass,One of a billion billion. Be it so.
You are in each; and as they change and pass,
Your life-pulse beats with rhythmic ebb and flow.
For you are in the cloud, the mist, the rain,
The bubbling spring, the freshet foaming free,
The sea-like river winding through the plain,
The river widening out into the sea.
You draw them back. They give you what you gave.
They feed anew the fountains of your life,—
The coiling current, the world-circling wave,
The ocean deeps, unvexed by storm or strife,—
Your inmost self. Yet in each separate soul
You live your life not less than in the Whole.
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