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Rh Rich showering rain, and recompense richer afterward.

Sprouts take and accumulate—stand by the curb
 * prolific and vital,

Landscapes, projected, masculine, full-sized, and
 * golden.

All truths wait in all things, They neither hasten their own delivery, nor resist it, They do not need the obstetric forceps of the
 * surgeon,

The insignificant is as big to me as any, What is less or more than a touch?

Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my Soul.

Only what proves itself to every man and woman
 * is so,

Only what nobody denies is so.

A minute and a drop of me settle my brain, I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and
 * lamps,

And a compend of compends is the meat of a man or
 * woman,

And a summit and flower there is the feeling they
 * have for each other,

And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson
 * until it becomes omnific,

And until every one shall delight us, and we them.