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The immortal spirit hath no bars
To circumscribe its dwelling-place;
My soul hath pastured with the stars
Upon the meadow-lands of space.

— Frederick George Scott

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Purgatory for me will be five hundred years of catching trains and two thousand years of remembering names.

It sleeps among the thousand hills
Where no man ever trod,
And only nature's music fills
The silences of God.

Right hath the sweeter grace,
But Wrong the prettier face.

So often have I met death face to face,
His eyes now wear the welcome of a friend's.

The pulse of our life is in tune with the rhythm of forces that beat
In the surf of the farthest star's sea, and are spent and regathered to spend.

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