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These, too, shall tell me what my heart, And what my soul desireth:-- The flowers, that bloom serene for death, The stars, that know no mortal part. One shall inspire my heart with acts Of life so that the death responds; One to the soul breathe higher facts Of death that shall annul such bonds.

Sufficient for my love these terms, Beyond my understanding’s scope: I merely know all life must grope Not downward from its darkling germs. Sufficient for my faith is such: That, in the narrow night that binds The seed, its life shall feel in touch With light above it seeks and finds.