The purest heart here ever knew
Darkness, Light, like Yang and Yin
are counterparts, out, [sp]in renew
the purest heart.
Who'd feel, from hibernation springs,
vibrates, then radiates right through
restraints, disdaining cowards, kings.
No tempest storms true hopes, no sin
nor need for heaven, hellish brew,
no fears rock, block, lock, knock askew
the purest heart.
The little eyes that never knew
Light other than of dawning skies,
that new life now lights up anew
The little eyes?
Who knows but on their sleep may rise
Such light as never heaven let through
To lighten earth from Paradise?
No storm, we know, may change the blue
Soft heaven that haply death descries
No tears, like these in ours, bedew
The little eyes.
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