THE LOST THOUGHT.
I felt a clearing in my mind,
As if my brain had split;
I tried to match it, seam by seam,
But could not make them fit.
The thought behind I strove to join
Unto the thought before,
But sequence raveled out of reach
Like balls upon a floor.
LXIX.
Who has not found the heaven below
Will fail of it above.
God's residence is next to mine,
His furniture is love.
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