CHAPTERLXXVII
chapterlxxvii
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omyheart!letusgotothatcountrywheredwellsthebeloved,
theravisherofmyheart!
thereloveisfillingherpitcherfromthewell,yetshehasno
ropewherewithtodrawwater;
therethecloudsdonotcoverthesky,yettherainfallsdownin
gentleshowers:
obodilessone!donotsitonyourdoorstep;goforthandbathe
yourselfinthatrain!
thereitisevermoonlightandneverdark;andwhospeaksofone
sunonly?thatlandisilluminatewiththeraysofamillion
suns.