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330 Air, soil, water, fire, these are words, I myself am a word with them—my qualities interpenetrate
 * with theirs—my name is nothing to
 * them,

Though it were told in the three thousand languages,
 * what would air, soil, water, fire, know of my
 * name?

A healthy presence, a friendly or commanding gesture,
 * are words, sayings, meanings,

The charms that go with the mere looks of some men
 * and women, are sayings and meanings also.

The workmanship of Souls is by the inaudible words
 * of the earth,

The great masters, the sayers, know the earth's words,
 * and use them more than the audible words.

Amelioration is one of the earth's words, The earth neither lags nor hastens, It has all attributes, growths, effects, latent in itself
 * from the jump,

It is not half beautiful only—defects and excrescences
 * show just as much as perfections show.

The earth does not withhold, it is generous enough, The truths of the earth continually wait, they are
 * not so concealed either,

They are calm, subtle, untransmissible by print, They are imbued through all things, conveying themselves
 * willingly,

Conveying a sentiment and invitation of the earth—
 * I utter and utter,