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IN THE ENDLESS paths of the world;

among numberless activities,

her nature is scattered

with all that is unattained in her and incomplete.

By the sick-bed around one eager aim

she appears as a new vision

complete in her being,

where all the goodness of all things

becomes centred in her,

in her touch, in her sleepless anxious eyes.

 

 

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