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WHERE?
“It is written.” Where? Oh, where?In the blue chart of the air?
In the sunlight? In the dark?
In the distant starry spark?
In the white scroll of the cloud?
In the waved line of the flood?
In the distant range of cliff?
In the rock's deep hieroglyph?
In the scribbled veins of metal?
In the tracings of the petal?
In the fire's fantastic loom?
In the fur, or scale, or plume?
In the greeting brother's glance?
In the corpse's countenance?
In the core of my own soul?
In the cypher of the whole?
Trying to be true and meek,
Daily, momently, I seek.
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