It is my passion that, alike through me

And every member of eternity,

The source of God is sending the same stream.

It is my peace that when my life is whole,

God’s life shall be completed and supreme.”

And once when I had made complaint

About America, she warned me: “Be not faint

Of heart, but bold to see the soul’s advance.

The chances are not far nor few....

Face beauty,” Celia said, “then beauty faces you.”

And under all things her advice was true.

... Discovering what she knew,

Not only on a mountainous place

Or by the solving sea

But through the world I have seen endless beauty, as the number grows

Of those who, in a child cheated of simple joy

Or in a wasted rose

Or in a lover’s immemorial lonely eyes

Or in machines that quicken and destroy

A multitude or in a mother’s unregarded grace

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