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Weeping on the L

And I know that the hand of God is the elderhand of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the eldest brother of my own
….
And that a kelson of the creation is love;
And limitless are leaves stiff or drooping in the fields,
And brown ants in the little wells beneath them,
And mossy scabs of the wormfence, and heaped stones, and elder and mullen and pokeweed.

“know’st thou the joys of pensive thought?
joys of the free and lonesome heart, the tender, gloomy heart?”