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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
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And everywhere i' the world—world outside thinePaled off so opportunely,—body's plague,Torment of soul,-where 's found thy fellowshipWith wide humanity all round aboutReeling beneath its burden? What's despair?Behold that man, that woman, child—nay, brute!Will any speck of white unblacken lifeSplashed, splotched, dyed hell-deep now from end to endFor him or her or it—who knows? Not I!"
'Nor I, Son! 'It' shall stand for bird, beast, fish,Reptile, and insect even: take the last!There's the palm-aphis, minute miracleAs wondrous every whit as thou or I:Well, and his world's the palm-frond, there he's born,
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