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The welt'ring fog, the drizzling rain,
The dirt, the dust upon each pane,
The iron rails so hard and bare,
The miry clay, they all are here
What did befall? Then did I dream
Was all but air? Did all but seem
How caught I then this wondrous gleam
Ah! here yon bit of sunny gold,
Within the gutter I behold;
Across my mind its life it flashed,
The fragrance of the past it dashed,
Dying, it kindled life, and hurled
My soul through heights and depths of world.
In bud and blossom, fruit and tree,
Revealed life's perfect harmony
Revealed the throbs of mutual love,
Ensphered by kindling stars above
Revealed the stir of busy life,
The trade, the turmoil, and the strife
Struggles of honest poverty;