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| From the book Gates. Windows. Arches | | (1979–1983) |  |
Not by sea, nor by tree, nor by powerful star,
nor by depth of night, nor by greatest of day –
Not by anything will earthly reason be consoled,
But only by the love of the father and master.
You, my word, like gardens in the deep,
you, my fame, like gardens and fences –
as a sick man can bow to the earth –
to that which is not, which is no longer needed.
Gerald S. Smith | |
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