It is of the light ever bright at night
Of the day that rises in a most common way
And the child’s eyes to a brand new tear
Or a lonely old man and his dying fear
The world of much has brought such
Such things of delight, such things of horror
But nothing more so in the ways
Of the heart – and of the soul
In the distance and as a whole
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