Rejoice
"For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear,
The cloud will vanish; we shall hear his voice,
Saying, `Come out from the grove, my love & care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.'"
-William Blake (1757-1827),
The Little Black Boy
images © 1999 by Randy Wang
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