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  All the foolish, weak things

  That you can’t help

  Dimly seeing there,

  And for drawing out

  Into the light

  All the beautiful belongings

  That no one else had looked

  Quite far enough to find.

  I love you because you

  Are helping me to make

  Of the lumber of my life

  Not a tavern

  But a temple;

  Out of the works

  Of my every day
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