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From God it came. It is the Deity.
Ralph Waldo Emerson

I will not live out of me
I will not see with others' eyes  
My good is good, my evil ill   
I would be free - I cannot be  
While I take things as others please to rate them  
I dare attempt to lay out my own road
That which myself delights in shall be Good
That which I do not want - indifferent,
That which I hate is Bad. That's flat  
Henceforth, please God, forever I forego
The yoke of men's opinions. I will be
Lighthearted as a bird & live with God.
I find him in the bottom of my heart  
I hear continually his Voice therein
And books, & priests, & worlds, I less esteem
Who says the heart's a blind guide? It is not.
My heart did never counsel me to sin
I wonder where it got its wisdom  
For in the darkest maze amid the sweetest baits
Or amid horrid dangers never once  
Did that gentle Angel fail of his oracle  
The little needle always knows the north 

The little bird remembereth his note
And this wise Seer never errs  
I never taught it what it teaches me
I only follow when I act aright.
Whence then did this Omniscient Spirit come?

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