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		<title>By: Jane</title>
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		<description>just beautiful ya :) xxx</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>just beautiful ya <img src='http://blog.mercurialme.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />  xxx</p>
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		<dc:creator>ya</dc:creator>
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There are some things beyond the human word.
Dwelling in the womb of tongues they are giving birth to speech.

That&#039;s what you do, Mercurial, in your delicate ways.

Thank you!






~*~
 

      Thou Blessed Dream   
    
    If things go ill or well &#8212;
    If joy rebounding spreads the face,
    Or sea of sorrow swells &#8212;
    A play &#8212; we each have part,
    Each one to weep or laugh as may;
    Each one his dress to don &#8212;
    Its scenes, alternative shine and rain.
    
    Thou dream, O blessed dream!
    Spread far and near thy veil of haze,
    Tone down the lines so sharp,
    Make smooth what roughness seems.
    
    No magic but in thee!
    Thy touch make desert bloom to life.
    Harsh thunder, sweetest song,
    Fell death, the sweet release.
    
    
    - Swami Vivekananda
    
    Written to Miss Christine Greenstidel 
    from Paris, 14th August 1900.
    
        
    
    
    
    
    
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There are some things beyond the human word.<br />
Dwelling in the womb of tongues they are giving birth to speech.</p>
<p>That&#8217;s what you do, Mercurial, in your delicate ways.</p>
<p>Thank you!</p>
<p>~*~</p>
<p>      Thou Blessed Dream   </p>
<p>    If things go ill or well &mdash;<br />
    If joy rebounding spreads the face,<br />
    Or sea of sorrow swells &mdash;<br />
    A play &mdash; we each have part,<br />
    Each one to weep or laugh as may;<br />
    Each one his dress to don &mdash;<br />
    Its scenes, alternative shine and rain.</p>
<p>    Thou dream, O blessed dream!<br />
    Spread far and near thy veil of haze,<br />
    Tone down the lines so sharp,<br />
    Make smooth what roughness seems.</p>
<p>    No magic but in thee!<br />
    Thy touch make desert bloom to life.<br />
    Harsh thunder, sweetest song,<br />
    Fell death, the sweet release.</p>
<p>    &#8211; Swami Vivekananda</p>
<p>    Written to Miss Christine Greenstidel<br />
    from Paris, 14th August 1900.</p>
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