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Wherever the dead are there they are
Nothing more
But you and I can
To see angels in the meadowgrass that

The God separated a spirit from Himself and fashioned it into Beauty
He showered upon her all the blessings of gracefulness and kindness
He gave her the cup of happiness and said, "Drink not from this cup unless you forget the past ...

OD dreamed—the suns sprang flaming into place,
And sailing worlds with many a venturous race
He woke—His smile alone illumined space