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TO A BABY, REACHING FOR THE SMOKE

That circles near—dissolving hope,
Elusive truth, or slipping faith.

And if too eagerly we yearn
To touch the soul of things that are,
We find the touch will soil and burn,
And that its memory is—a scar.

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