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A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness —
Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Dust into dust, and under dust, to lie,
Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and—sans End!
Here with a loaf of bread beneath the bough,
A flask of wine, a book of verse—and Thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness—
And wilderness is paradise enow.
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Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is illusion.
March 31, 1809
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