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Joy is the grace we say to God

For His gifts given.

It is the leavening of time,

It splits our bones with lightning,

Fills our marrow

With a harrowing of light

And seeds our blood with sun,

And thus we

Put out the night

And then

Put out the night.

Tears make an end of things;

So weep, yes, weep.

But joy says, after that, not done …

No, not by any means. Not done!

Take breath and shout it out!

That laugh, that cry which says: Begin again,

So all’s reborn, begun!

Now hear this, Eden’s child,

Remember in thy green Earth heaven,

All beauty-shod:

Joy is the grace we say to God.