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Rh Open mouth of my Soul, uttering gladness, Eyes of my Soul, seeing perfection, Natural life of me, faithfully praising things, Corroborating forever the triumph of things.

Illustrious every one! Illustrious what we name space—sphere of unnumbered
 * spirits,

Illustrious the mystery of motion, in all beings, even
 * the tiniest insect,

Illustrious the attribute of speech—the senses—the
 * body,

Illustrious the passing light! Illustrious the pale
 * reflection on the moon in the western sky!

Illustrious whatever I see, or hear, or touch, to the
 * last.

Good in all, In the satisfaction and aplomb of animals, In the annual return of the seasons, In the hilarity of youth, In the strength and flush of manhood, In the grandeur and exquisiteness of old age, In the superb vistas of Death.

Wonderful to depart! Wonderful to be here! The heart, to jet the all-alike and innocent blood, To breathe the air, how delicious! To speak! to walk! to seize something by the hand! To prepare for sleep, for bed—to look on my rose-colored
 * flesh,

To be conscious of my body, so amorous, so large,