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It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the

earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous

waves of leaves and flowers.

It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth

and of death, in ebb and in flow.

I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of

life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my

blood this moment.

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Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm? to

be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy?

All things rush on, they stop not, they look not behind, no power

can hold them back, they rush on.

Keeping steps with that restless, rapid music, seasons come

dancing and pass away-colours, tunes, and perfumes pour in

endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up

and dies every moment.

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That I should make much of myself and turn it on all sides, thus

casting coloured shadows on thy radiance-such is thy maya.