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The Voice Of Honest Indignation Is The Voice Of God.

And I Watered It In Fears, Night And Morning With My Tears; And I Sunned It With Smiles, And With Soft Deceitful Wiles.

The Cut Worm Forgives The Plow.

The Cistern Contains: The Fountain Overflows.

God Appears, And God Is Light, To Those Poor Souls Who Dwell In Night; But Does A Human Form Display To Those Who Dwell In Realms Of Day.