The Heart which yearns behind the mock-world's Face?"

"Well, this I know; whether the one True Light

Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me, quite,

One flash of it within the Tavern caught

Better than in the Temple lost outright."

"In Temple or in Tavern 't may be lost.

And everywhere that Love hath any Cost

It may be found; the Wrath it seems is but

A Cloud whose Dew should make its power most."

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"But see His Presence thro' Creation's veins

Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains;

Taking all shapes from Máh to Máhi; and

They change and perish all—but He remains."

"All—it may be. Yet lie to sleep, and lo,

The soul seems quenched in Darkness—is it so?

Rather believe what seemeth not than seems

Of Death—until we know—until we know."

"So wastes the Hour—gone in the vain pursuit

Of This and That we strive o'er and dispute.

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