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HEAVEN has different signs to me;Sometimes I think that noonIs but a symbol of the place,And when again at dawn
A mighty look runs round the worldAnd settles in the hills,An awe if it should be like thatUpon the ignorance steals.
The orchard when the sun is on;The triumph of the birdsWhen they together victory make;Some carnivals of clouds—
The rapture of concluded dayReturning to the West,—All these remind us of the placeThat men call "Paradise."
Itself a fairer we suppose,But how ourself shall beAdorned for a superior grace,Not yet our eyes can see.
