There is a part of the sun in the apple,Part of the moon in the rosePart of the flaming PleiadesIn everything that grows.
Out of the vast comes nearness.for the God of Love, of which we sing,Has put a little bit of HeavenIn every living thing.
Like billowing clouds,like the incessant gurgle of the brook,the longing of the soul can never be stilled.
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