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| | To see a world in a grain of sand, |
| And a heaven in a wild flower; |
| Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, |
| And eternity in an hour. |
A ROBIN REDBREAST in a cage | |
| Puts all heaven in a rage; | |
| A skylark wounded on the wing | |
| Doth make a cherub cease to sing. | |
| Kill not the moth nor butterfly, | 5 |
| For the last judgment draweth nigh. | |
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| He who respects the infant’s faith | |
| Triumphs over hell and death. | |
| He who shall teach the child to doubt | |
| The rotting grave shall ne’er get out. | 10 |
| He who replies to words of doubt | |
| Doth put the light of knowledge out; | |
| A puddle, or the cricket’s cry | |
| Is to doubt a fit reply. | |
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| Every night and every morn | 15 |
| Some to misery are born; | |
| Every morn and every night | |
| Some are born to sweet delight. | |
| Joy and woe are woven fine, | |
| A clothing for the soul divine; | 20 |
| Under every grief and pine | |
| Runs a joy with silken twine. | |
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| God appears, and God is light | |
| To those poor souls who dwell in night; | |
| But doth a human form display | 25 |
| To those who dwell in realms of day. | |
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