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For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. ---William Blake
I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless. --W.B. Yeats
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