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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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THIS DAY, O SOUL.
| THIS day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror; |
Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay—But the
cloud has pass'd, and the tarnish gone;
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. . . Behold, O Soul! It is now a clean and bright
mirror,
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| Faithfully showing you all the things of the world. |
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