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When they flagged our train because of a broken rail,

I stepped down out of the crowded car,

With its clamor and dust and heat and babel of broken talk.

I stepped out into the cool, the velvet cool, of the night,

And felt the balm of the prairie-wind on my face,

And somewhere I heard the running of water,

I felt the breathing of grass,

And I knew, as I saw the great white stars,

That the world was made for good!