EVERYTHING that is born must die:
Everything that can sigh may sing:
Rocks in equal balance low or high
Everything.
Honeycomb is weighed against a sting,
Hope and fear take turns to touch the sky,
Height and depth respond alternating.
O my soul spread wings of love to fly,
Wings of dove that soars on homebound wing:
Love trusts Love, till Love shall justify
Everything.
Sweet and bitter.
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