Pity these aspects, careworn;
These outlooks, cynical.
Of its bliss-filled light, natural
Neither does bear a trace.
Men's, women's. The irony now
Is that with child's faith
Are told, through what's no more than
Child's imaginning
To look up for its semblance in
A heavenly place!
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