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XV THE POET
If thou wouldst see, O man, the glory shed
On this our earth, how fair its beauties be,
Let thy dim sight by mine eyes' light be led,
     If thou wouldst see!

Look through mine eyes at flower, and field, and tree,
See where the pallid river from its bed
Gleams silver through the willows dazzlingly;

And if Life's mysteries thou wouldst have read,
Across Time's loom, where darkly worketh he,
Watch my thin fingers weave the trembling thread,
     If thou wouldst see.

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