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...miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses towards the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just...water, Or stand under trees in the woods, Or talk in the day with any one I love or sleep in the bed at night with one I love, Or sit at table at dinner...

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...waiting for you. He has been accused of irreverence, of materialism, yet he writes thus on MIRACLES. WHY, who makes much of a miracle ? As to me I know...Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses towards the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water, Or stand under...

...are especially for you, The divine ship sails the divine sea for you. A Song of the Rolling Earth. Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles. To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, Every...

...are especially for you, The divine ship sails the divine sea for you. A Song of the Rolling Earth. Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles. To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle, Every...

...Law." (Pr., p. 336.) Miracles in the sense of wonders all things whatsoever most assuredly are : — Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing but miracles (p. 301) ; in the sense of exceptions, however, there can he none without immediately...

...visible things ;" each stock and stone a busy group of Ariels plying obediently their hidden tasks. " Why ! who makes much of a miracle ? As to me, I know of nothing else butmiracles, To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,...