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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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noun

Agreement; harmony; conformity; compliance.

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Thee, God, I Come from

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hee, God, I come from, to thee go,All day long I like fountain flowFrom thy hand out, swayed aboutMote-like in thy mighty glow. What I know of thee I bless,As acknowledging thy stressOn my being and as seeingSomething of thy holiness. Once I turned from thee and hid,Bound on what thou hadst forbid;Sow the wind I would; I sinned:I repent of what I did. Bad I am, but yet thy child.Father, be thou reconciled.Spare thou me, since I seeWith thy might that thou art mild. I have life before me stillAnd thy purpose to fulfil;Yea a debt to pay thee yet:Help me, sir, and so I will. But thou bidst, and just thou art,Me shew mercy from my heartTowards my brother, every otherMan my mate and counterpart.. . . . . . . .