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I wondered, ever wondered,
Till my full mind cried, “Take
The great things of thy wonderment
And plan and build and make.”

The world was for my wonderment:
O world, art not complete,
That such as I should plan and strive
To lay aught at thy feet?

O wonder of the wide world
Read first at Eden-gate:
‘Last creatures of creation
Their final worlds create!”
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