It opens:
| TO see a world in a grain of sand, | |
| And a heaven in a wild flower, | |
| Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, | |
| And eternity in an hour. |
And concludes:
| Every night and every morn | |
| Some to misery are born, | 120 |
| Every morn and every night | |
| Some are born to sweet delight. | |
| Some are born to sweet delight, | |
| Some are born to endless night. | |
| We are led to believe a lie | 125 |
| When we see not thro’ the eye, | |
| Which was born in a night to perish in a night, | |
| When the soul slept in beams of light. | |
| God appears, and God is light, | |
| To those poor souls who dwell in night; | 130 |
| But does a human form display | |
| To those who dwell in realms of day. |
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