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Contrasts.

Strange! that we creatures
of such petty ways
Poor prisoners, behind these fleshly bare
Should sometimes, think us thoughts
with God ablaze.
Touching the fringes, of the outer stars.
And stranger still, that
having flown so high,
And stood, unshamed, in shining presence
That we resume our smallness,
nor imply,
In mien, or gesture, what that memory is.
_ _ _ _ _ _

Resolve
Speak a shade more kindly
Than the year before,
Pray, a little oftener
Love a great deal more.
Cling a deal more closely
To the voice of love.
Life below, shall liken grow
To the life above.