THIS day, O Soul, I give you a wondrous mirror; 
Long in the dark, in tarnish and cloud it lay—But the cloud has pass’d, and the
	tarnish gone; 
... Behold, O Soul! it is now a clean and bright mirror, 
Faithfully showing you all the things of the world.

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Poet: Walt Whitman
Poem: 32. This Day, O Soul.
Volume: Leaves of Grass
- 22. Gathered Leaves
Year: Published/Written in 1900
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