“For there the Babe is born in joy
That was begotten in dire woe
Just as we Reap in joy the fruit
Which we in bitter tears did sow
…And these are the gems of the Human Soul
The rubies & pearls of a lovesick eye
The countless gold of the akeing heart
The martyrs groan & the lovers sigh
…For the Eye altering alters all”
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“What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.”