Perhaps I might tell more Outlines! I plead for my brothers To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me. Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol. I do know know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, Wrench'd and sweaty-calm and cool then my body becomes, There is that in me-I do not know what it is-but I know Others will punctually come for ever and ever. I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one isĪnd I leave them where they are, for I know that In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own I see something of God each hour of the twenty-four, and Why should I wish to see God better than this day? Nor do I understand who there can be more wonderful than I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God I have said that the soul is not more than the body,Īnd I have said that the body is not more than the soul,Īnd nothing, not God, is greater to one than one's self is,Īnd whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to hisĪnd I or you pocketless of a dime may purchase the pick ofĪnd to glance with an eye or show a bean in its podĪnd there is no trade or employment but the young manĪnd there is no object so soft but it makes a hub for theĪnd I say to any man or woman, Let your soul stand cool
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