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The Quarry (Poem)

Who by the Universal squares his life,
Sees but success in all its finite strife;
In all that is, his Truth-enlightened eyes
Detect the May-be through its thin disguise;
And in the Absolute’s unclouded sun,
To him the two already are the one.

So mount ye into purer, freer air,
And find the roof that arches everywhere;
That which but failure seems, shall build Success,
F or all—as possible—thou dost possess.

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