The Celestial Surgeon
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In my great task of happiness;
If I have moved among my race
And shone no glorious morning face;
If beams from happy human eyes
Have moved me not; if morning skies,
Books, and my food, and summer rain,
Knocked on my sullen heart in vain:
Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take
And stab my spirit broad awake.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
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