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I pitied one whose tattered dress / Was patched, and stained with dust and rain; / He smiled on me; I could not guess / The viewless spirit's wide domain.
He said, 'The royal robe I wear / Trails all along the fields of light: / Its silent blue and silver bear / For gems the starry dust of night.'
'The breath of joy unceasingly / Waves to and fro its folds starlit, / And far beyond earth's misery / I live and breathe the joy of it. '