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Rh It is hinted by nearest, commonest, readiest—it is
 * not them, though it is endlessly provoked by
 * them, (what is there ready and near you now ?)

You may read in many languages, yet read nothing
 * about it,

You may read the President's Message, and read
 * nothing about it there,

Nothing in the reports from the State department or
 * Treasury department, or in the daily papers or
 * the weekly papers,

Or in the census returns, assessors' returns, prices
 * current, or any accounts of stock.

The sun and stars that float in the open air—the
 * apple-shaped earth, and we upon it—surely the
 * drift of them is something grand!

I do not know what it is, except that it is grand,
 * and that it is happiness,

And that the enclosing purport of us here is not a
 * speculation, or bon-mot, or reconnoissance,

And that it is not something which by luck may
 * turn out well for us, and without luck must be
 * a failure for us,

And not something which may yet be retracted in
 * a certain contingency.

The light and shade, the curious sense of body
 * and identity, the greed that with perfect complaisance
 * devours all things, the endless pride
 * and out-stretching of man, unspeakable joys and
 * sorrows,

The wonder every one sees in every one else he sees,
 * and the wonders that fill each minute of time forever,
 * and each acre of surface and space forever,