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Sursum Corda

 Seek not the Spirit, if it hide,
Inexorable to thy zeal:
Baby, do not whine and chide;
Art thou not also real?
Why should'st thou stoop to poor excuse?
Turn on the Accuser roundly; say,
"Here am I, here will I remain
Forever to myself soothfast,
Go thou, sweet Heaven, or, at thy pleasure stay.
"— Already Heaven with thee its lot has cast, For it only can absolutely deal.

Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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