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| When you consider the radiance, that it does not withhold |
| itself but pours its abundance without selection into every |
| nook and cranny not overhung or hidden; when you consider |
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| that birds' bones make no awful noise against the light but |
| lie low in the light as in a high testimony; when you consider |
| the radiance, that it will look into the guiltiest |
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| swervings of the weaving heart and bear itself upon them, |
| not flinching into disguise or darkening; when you consider |
| the abundance of such resource as illuminates the glow-blue |
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| bodies and gold-skeined wings of flies swarming the dumped |
| guts of a natural slaughter or the coil of shit and in no |
| way winces from its storms of generosity; when you consider |
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| that air or vacuum, snow or shale, squid or wolf, rose or lichen, |
| each is accepted into as much light as it will take, then |
| the heart moves roomier, the man stands and looks about, the |
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| leaf does not increase itself above the grass, and the dark |
| work of the deepest cells is of a tune with May bushes |
| and fear lit by the breadth of such calmly turns to praise. |
