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There is that in me⁠—I do not know what it is⁠—but I know it is in me.

Wrench’d and sweaty⁠—calm and cool then my body becomes, I sleep⁠—I sleep long.

I do not know it⁠—it is without name⁠—it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.

Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.

Perhaps I might tell more. Outlines! I plead for my brothers and sisters.

Do you see O my brothers and sisters? It is not chaos or death⁠—it is form, union, plan⁠—it is eternal life⁠—it is Happiness.