To
transcribe the light that was in the air
To
find that what was there was lovely
To
rewrite the magic that was in the clouded sky
To
bring out the mystery in its every layer
Was
what the gifted Purpose gave in us to do
And
not just on parchment or thickly ragged paper
To
prepare the outer knowledge of the way of it
But
to lift it in, on the wishing wings of spirit-life
To
re-enter the heart of Everland and its many joys
And
all to know oneself the happier in this world
For
knowing nothing in it, but love.
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