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when i returned at sunset
though i am little as all little things
quietly, with reverance, in awe
i had a dream and i awoke with it
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
a mist was driving down
you are clear
to be able to see every side of every question
in the sphere
my soul is a dark ploughed field
and breaketh bread no more
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
i saw god. do you doubt it?
i love to steal awhile away

 



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