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Oct 2013
In the cool night of childhood
I saw the heavenly glass
Through flecks in the dusty sky
Wandered in the vast, wild wood

Climbing in the walnut tree
Lolling on the dawn's dew grass
Cloud coverings shifting by
Prayer budding from out of me

I dozed unanswerable and free
Weary, glad, and wholly good.
Smith
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Smith  New York
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