The Poet : Last sentence of Essay 1

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“…Wherever snow falls, or water flows, or birds fly, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung by clouds, or sown with stars, wherever are forms with transparent boundaries, wherever are outlets into celestial space, wherever danger, and awe, and love, here is Beauty, plenteous as rain, and shed for thee, and though thou shouldest walk the world over, thou shalt not find a condition inopportune or ignoble.” (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

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