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By the simple silence of thy purity,

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Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat

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The little flower lies in the dust.

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I have sung the songs of thy day.

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Come into my infinite loneliness, my Lover.

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The walk is in the raising of the foot as in the laying of it down.

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I have learnt the simple meaning of thy whispers in flowers and sunshine

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Let my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the after glow of

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Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night

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The day of work is done. Hide my face in your arms, Mother.

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We live in this world when we love it.

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Put out the lamp when thou wishest.

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Some day I shall sing to thee in the sunrise of some other world,

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Sleep is a husband who silently suffers.

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Where is your dwelling-place?

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I know how poor I am when I see you, said the Work to the Word.

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Woman, with the grace of your fingers you touched my things and order

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Wash thy soul with silence.

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Your freedom is mine.

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