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If we should wander the globe forever, we also
Would want to feel the other side of heaven.
Our bodies are fully given, no matter, in any
Growth; and if we fail, allowance to addition
Is adhered. As the mud pools receive the
Dripping rain, we see the reappearance
Of eye-bubbles dissolving water shade.
The sparkling visionary light in which we
Reveal the dream lies as a looking glass
In our future—and the remains—the skeleton abode!
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