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 Into my burning bosom; then, for joy,

My spirit rush'd into my lovely guest,

And I became a dewdrop. Then, once more,

My life was joyous, for the kingly sun

Carried me up into the firmament.

And hung me in a rainbow, and my soul

Was robed in seven bright colours, and became

A jewel in the sky. So did I learn

The first great lessons; mark ye them, my sons.

Obedience is nobility; and meek

Humility is glory; self alone

Is base; and pride is pain; patience is power;

Beneficence is bliss. And now first brought

To know myself and feel my littleness,

I was to learn what greatness is prepar'd

For virtuous souls, what mighty war they wage,

What vast impossibilities o'ercome.

What kingdoms^ and infinitude of love.

And harmony, and never-ending joy.

And converse and communion with the great

And glorious Mind unknown,—are given to high.

And godlike souls.

"Therefore the winds arose.

And shook me from the rainbow where I hung,