MY SOUL'S CATHEDRAL GP OTHER POEMS T JAMES HENRY MACLAFFERTY UNIVER5 AT ,ITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES ROBERT ERNEST COWAN THE TEMPLE OF SILENCE ERECTED NOT BY MANLY BRAWN NOR SKILL, BY MASTER-BUILDER'S ART NOR CUN NING HAND; No STIFFENED MORTAR BINDS THEE WITH ITS BAND OF CLAY AND HUMAN BLOOD; BUT IN MY WILL, YEA, GREATER FAR, THY MYSTIC POR TALS FILL THE REGIONS OF MY SOUL, AND EVER STAND AjAR, TO BID ME ENTER IN; EXPAND IN ENDLESS GROWTH, AND EVERY TRUST FULFIL. AH! HERE NO SOUND THE SILENCE O'ER ME STEALS, I KNEEL TO BETTER LOOK WITHIN MY SOUL, THE ALTAR DRAPED WITH FILMY GAUZE OF DREAMS, THE PICTURED WALLS, MOSAICS OF IDEALS; WHILE SURGING THROUGH MY BEING IS THE ROLL OF GREAT DESIRE AS OF AN HUNDRED STREAMS. MY SOUL'S CATHEDRAL OTHER POEMS BY JAMES HRNRY MACLAFFERTY COME KNEEL WITH ME, MY COMRADE, FRIEND, IN THIS CATHEDRAL AISLE, AND LOOKING DEEP WITHIN THY HEART FORGET THE WORLD THE WHILE; AND IF, BENEATH THIS HALLOWED DOME, A MESSAGE COME TO THEE, THERE DOTH NOT SPEAK THE MAN I AM, BUT HE I LONG TO BE. PAUL ELDER & COMPANY PUBLISHERS... SAN FRANCISCO COPYRIGHT, 1910 BY PAUL ELDER AND COMPANY SAN FRANCISCO & - : r. . J ....,. . , ., " } J PS To MY FATHER to CO = [v] CONTENTS THE TEMPLE OF SILENCE FRONTISPIECE THE MAN I LONG TO BE TITLE PAGE PAGB MY SOUL'S CATHEDRAL I GOD'S GREAT OCEAN 2 To THE COLUMBIA 3 LIFE'S PARADOXES 5 THE LIGHT THAT ^URNS FOR ME .... 6 MIRROR LAND 7 A GRAIN OF MUSTARD SEED 10 LOVE NEVER DIES 1 1 THE MEADOW-LARK 12 EVIL PLEASURE 13 SHASTA 14 ARTIST INFINITE 15 SONGS OF HAWAII 16 Two SONGS 17 THE LIFE THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN . . . 18 COMPENSATION 19 GROWTH OF THE SOUL 20 MY TYRANT 21 THE EBB OF THE TIDE 22 MY SOUL'S CATHEDRAL MY SOUL'S CATHEDRAL HALLOWED PLACE- SO DARK, SO GLORIOUS, FILLED WITH GRACE, WHENE'ER MY SOUL DOTH PART THY VEIL, AND SCENT THE INCENSE AS IT BURNS, IT KNEELS BEFORE THE HoLY GRAIL, ITS KINGLY KING OF SACRED URNS. THEN THROUGH VAST ARCHES' SACRED GLOOM IT HEARS THE DIAPASON BOOM OF GOD'S GREAT ORGAN'S AWFUL TONE, THAT BIDS ITS INWARD TUMULT CEASE FOR ANGELS PLAY, WHOM GOD HAS SHOWN HlS FACE, AND GIV*N ETERNAL PEACE. AND ONE BY ONE LIKE DEEP BELLS TOLL I FEEL RECEDING FROM MY SoUL ITS MOLTEN GODS, AND IDOLS VAIN, AND IN EACH VACANT NICHE I KNOW Is TAKING PLACE, FROM OUT GOD'S TRAIN, ONE OF HlS ANGEL HOST . . . AND SO, MY PROSTRATE SOUL LIFTS UP ITS EYES AND GAZES INTO PARADISE ; THEN GOES AGAIN INTO THE WORLD, A SOUL AS PURE AS SOUL CAN BE, AND WITH A NEW-BORN STRENGTH OUT-HURLED Is EVIL ... I HAVE BEEN WITH THEE. [*] GOD'S GREAT OCEAN LET ME LINGER NEAR THY BORDER, LET ME BLEND MY SONG IN THINE, As THE SMALLEST SONG-BIRD's MUSIC BLENDS WITH ORGAN, DEEP, DIVINE. AH ! THY PEALING GENTLY STEALING O'ER MY SOUL, DISSOLVES MY PRIDE; AND DEEP EMOTION, GOD'S GREAT OCEAN, WHELMS ME, AS BENEATH THY TIDE. RHYTHMIC, RESONANT, RESOUNDING LlKE AUGMENTED PEDAL BASS, THY VIBRATION STIRS MY BEING, LURES MY SPIRIT INTO SPACE ; CLEARS MY VISION, GIVES DECISION IN THE BATTLE OF MY LIFE ; CALMS MY SPIRIT WHEN I HEAR IT, MAKING PEACE OF INWARD STRIFE. [3] To THE COLUMBIA THROUGH THE GOLDEN DOORS OF MORNING, FLASHING DOWN THE WONDROUS WEST ; OUT THE SOURCE OF LIGHT ANO WISDOM, NOURISHING AS MOTHER'S BREAST, SOLEMN, REGNANT, MAKING PREGNANT HILLSIDE, VALLEY, FERTILE PLAIN- MILLIONS LIVING BY THY GIVING SEEKING NOTHING BACK AGAIN. MONARCH CROWNED OF MIGHTY RIVERS, PEER OF ANY FLOWING STREAM, SURGING 'TWIXT THY VAST EMBANKMENTS, PICTURED LIKE THE FAIREST DREAM ; GLIDING, SLIPPING, DASHING, DIPPING, PEACEFUL, CALM, THEN TORN IN STRIFE ; OFT REFLECTING STORMS PROJECTING, LlKE THE MIRROR OF MY LIFE. YEA, AS MORTAL'S LIFE I SEE THEE, FROM THY SOURCE TILL IN THE SEA, THOU SHALT RUSH THY MIGHTY TORRENT, STRUGGLING EVER TO BE FREE. ALL THY LENGTH RECEIVING STRENGTH FROM AN HUNDRED SMALLER STREAMS ; FASTER SPEEDING WlTH THEIR FEEDING, THY LIFE LIKE A MORTAL'S SEEMS. [4] As I HAVE THOU HADST THY BATTLE; ONE GREAT TEST, SURMOUNTING ALL ; FIERCER, LONGER THAN THE OTHERS, WHERE I STAND AND WATCH THEE FALL, WHIRLING, EDDYING, STRUGGLING, STEADYING, THROUGH THIS CASCADE MOUNTAINS' GORGE ; NEVER DOUBTING, CUTTING, FLOUTING, GLAD IN TRIUMPH, ONWARD FORGE, MIGHTY, PULSING, CEASELESS RIVER, IN THY JOURNEY TO THE SEA, WHERE THY STRIVING ENDS FOREVER, . . . MlNE WILL, IN ETERNITY. [5] LIFE'S PARADOXES LIGHT OUT OF DARKNESS, SURCEASE FROM PAIN ; JOY OUT OF SADNESS, OUT OF LOSS, GAIN. STRENGTH FROM OUR WEAKNESS, REST FROM OUR CARE, GOD RECOMPENSES FOR ALL THAT WE BEAR. [6] THE LIGHT THAT BURNS FOR ME THERE MAY BE NO TEARS THAT MY EYES CAN FEEL, YET GRIEVING, MY HEART MAY THE TEARS CONCEAL, AND MY SOUL AS SAD CAN BE ; WHEN MOORINGS ARE LOOSENED AND CAST ASIDE, AND BORNE ON THE QUIET RESISTLESS TIDE, MY SHIP PUTS OUT TO SEA. THERE MAY BE NO SIGN NOR AN OUTWARD SHOW As SADLY I GAZE AT THE STEADY GLOW OF THE LIGHT THAT BURNS FOR ME. BUT SWEETER MY SADNESS FOR THAT CLEAR LIGHT, IN MEM'RY 'TWILL CHEER ME THROUGH EVERY NIGHT MY SHIP IS ON THE SEA. 'TWILL SHINE THROUGH THE GLOOM WITH A STEADY GLEAM, THE STAR OF MY LIFE AND OF EVERY DREAM I HAVE OF LOVE, AND THEE. THEN KEEP IT, DEAR HEART, so 'TWILL BRIGHTLY BURN, To SHOW ME THE HAVEN AS I RETURN, WHEN MY SHIP COMES BACK FROM SEA. [7] MIRROR LAND YOU, WHO READ THESE LINES OF MINE, LET ME, TOO, YOUR HEART DIVINE. LET ME FEEL ITS ACHES WITH YOU, LET ME SHARE ITS PLEASURES, TOO. CLASP YOUR HAND IN MINE THE WHILE, COME, DEAR FRIEND, AND THROUGH THE STILE WE'LL GO TOGETHER HAND IN HAND AND WANDER IN A MIRROR LAND. WE'LL FIND REFLECTED AS WE GO, JOYS WE'VE FELT AND GRIEFS WE KNOW. YOU WILL SHOW ME THINGS THAT HID FROM PRYING EYES, YET COME UNBID, AND HERE AND THERE LIKE SPECTRES RISE To DIM THE AZURE OF YOUR SKIES. I WILL BE AS CANDID, TOO, IN EVERYTHING I SHOW TO YOU. PERHAPS, AS THROUGH THIS LAND WE GO, WE'LL FIND THE THINGS THAT GRIEVE us so ARE PHANTOMS, MYTHS, AND WE SHALL FEEL THAT ONLY WHAT WE LOVE is REAL. WE'LL WANDER THROUGH THE PLEASANT FIELDS ALONG A PATH WHERE NATURE WIELDS IN FAIREST MOOD, A MOTHER'S SWAY, AND NODDING FLOWERS BOW THE WAY. WE'LL WANDER ON THROUGH LEAFY GROVE WHERE GENTLE FOREST CREATURES ROVE, THE LAND OF REST, THE LAND OF DREAMS, WHERE SINGING BIRDS AND BABBLING STREAMS ENCHANT THE DREAMER, AS HE LIES AND GAZES HEAVENWARD, THROUGH EYES WlTH LIDS HALF CLOSED, AND THOUGHTS SOMEWHERE BETWEEN FORGETFULNESS AND CARE. AND THEN, WE'LL GO THROUGH FOREST DENSE, OUR PROGRESS SLOW, OUR MUSCLES TENSE, WHERE BOULDERS, BRIERS, FALLEN TREES, AND GREATER OBSTACLES THAN THESE DEFY OUR PROGRESS, SAY "TURN BACK," FOR HERE THERE IS NO BEATEN TRACK. I FEAR WE'LL GRIEVE AND OFT REPINE, O GENTLE, TRUSTFUL FRIEND OF MINE, BUT SOMEHOW WE WILL HEW THE WAY THROUGH BRUSH AND TREES TO LIGHT OF DAY. AND THEN WE'LL CLIMB A MOUNTAINSIDE; WlTH CARE, DEAR FRIEND ! THE DANGERS HIDE BELOW, ABOVE, IN FRONT, BEHIND. SOME THOUGHTLESS ABSENCE OF THE MIND MIGHT CAUSE A STUMBLE, THEN A FALL ; FORGETTING FOR THE MOMENT ALL WE'VE LEARNED UNTIL THE PRESENT TIME, MIGHT COST THE EFFORT OF OUR CLIMB ; AND FROM A CHASM OF DESPAIR YOUR VOICE AND MINE WOULD FILL THE AIR. ON, UP WE'LL GO AROUND THE EDGE OF MANY A ROCKY, JUTTING LEDGE ; AND HIGHER, HIGHER AS WE GO, THE MORE WE'LL LOSE THE SIGHT BELOW OF BARRIERS THAT SEEMED SO HIGH, BUT DWINDLE AS WE NEAR THE SKY. AND WE SHALL FEEL, AS WE ASCEND, THE GROWING STRENGTH OUR EFFORTS LEND ; FOR EVERY TRIUMPH IN THE PAST WlLL GIVE US COURAGE SURE TO LAST UNTIL WE REACH THE MOUNTAIN'S CREST, [9] AND THERE, TOGETHER, WE WILL REST. THEN, GAZING ON A BROADER VIEW, FORGET THE THINGS THAT I AND YOU HAVE IN THE PAST ALLOWED TO BLIND THE CLEARER VISION OF THE MIND ; AND DOWN THE MOUNTAINSIDE WE*LL ROLL THE WEARY BURDEN OF THE SOUL. [10] A GRAIN OF MUSTARD SEED THOU ESSENCE OF POTENTIALITY, THY LESSON OF MAN'S IMMORTALITY, HATH GIRDLED THE EARTH AND QUICKENED THE BIRTH OF STRONG AND UNWAVERING HOPE IN ME. THOU SMALLEST EXAMPLE FOR HUMAN CREED, THOU'RT LEAST, THOU'RT GREATEST, THOU MUSTARD SEED J IF FAITH SUCH AS THINE COULD ONLY BE MINE, FROM MOUNTAINS OF DOUBT WOULD MY LIFE BE FREED. LOVE NEVER DIES LOVE NEVER DIES ! AND WHEN WE SAY A LOVE IS DEAD, OUR LANGUAGE IS A FAULTY THING. IF ONCE LOVE LIFTS ITS TIMID HEAD IN SWEET-VOICED MELODY TO SING, IT NEVER DIES ! LOVE NEVER DIES ! TRUE LOVE, AN ATTRIBUTE OF GOD, Is LIKE TO HlM AND CANNOT END. WHO WALKS THIS WAY A PATH HAS TROD, WHERE JOY WITH DUTY HAS A BLEND THAT NEVER DIES. LOVE NEVER DIES ? THEN WHAT OF THOSE WHO NOW ARE COLD? YEA, MORE, WHO HATE, WHO ONCE DID LOVE? 'TWAS NEVER LOVE ! A PASSION BOLD DECEIVED THE HEART; BORN FROM ABOVE, LOVE NEVER DIES ! [12] THE MEADOW-LARK MEADOW-LARK, SWEET SINGER OF THE FIELDS, NEVER DO I HEAR THY JOYOUS SONG, BUT IN MY SPIRIT EVERY EVIL YIELDS, AND GOOD RESOLVES WITHIN ME ARE MADE STRONG. THY SOUL, so BRIMMING WITH TUMULTUOUS ECSTASY, HATH WELDED DOUBLY STRONG THE BOND 'TWIXT THEE AND ME. THOU DOST NOT CHOOSE THE SHADED LEAFY DELL As IF THOU HADST A MESSAGE FOR THE FEW ; NOR, 'TWIXT FOUR WALLS, AS HUMAN VOICES TELL THEIR PRAISE OF GOD TO THOSE WITHIN THE PEW ; BUT LIMITED ALONE BY THY CREATOR'S WILL, THY SONG DOTH SATURATE, DOTH SATISFY AND FILL. THY BODY DOTH NOT LIFT THY SONG TO HEIGHT ATTAINED BY ONE AKIN TO THEE IN NAME ; NoR CAN MY PRAISE GIVE UNTO THEE ARIGHT THY DUE, AS SHELLEY GAVE THE OTHER FAME. BUT UPWARD, EVER UPWARD, BORNE WITHOUT THY WING, THY SONG, 'TWOULD SEEM, COULD MAKE THE DOME OF HEAVEN RING. PERHAPS I LOVE THEE MORE, THOU FEATHERED VOICE, BECAUSE THY BODY, EARTH-BOUND LIKE MY OWN, MUST YET BECOME AS MINE, WHICH HATH NO CHOICE BUT FIND ITS PLACE IN MOTHER EARTH, ALONE. AND OH, MY DEAREST, CHERISHED WISH SHALL EVER BE, MY SONG MAY BLESS SOME SOUL, AS THY SONG BLESSES ME. [13] EVIL PLEASURE WELD NOT TOO STRONG THE LINK BETWEEN THYSELF AND GODS OF MOLTEN BRASS, BUT KEEP THE LINE OF CLEAVAGE CLEAN 'TwiXT JOYS THAT PLEASE OR MAY HARASS. AN EVIL PLEASURE GROWS TO BE As HEAVY AS A LOAD OF LEAD, AND WHEN 'TIS WELDED FAST TO THEE THY LIFE IS CHAINED AS TO THE DEAD. [14] SHASTA SHASTA, MEN HAVE SUNG OF THEE, OTHERS WILL IN COMING DAYS ; EVER, ALWAYS THOU SHALT BE A BEACON IN THE MANTLING HAZE OF DOUBT, THAT DOTH AT TIMES O*ERSPREAD THE PATH OUR FEET ANON MAY TREAD. CREEPING, TOILING PAST THY BASE, BENT ON PURPOSE ILL DEFINED, MEN SEE THY UNSULLIED FACE TEACHING TO DISCERNING MIND A PURPOSE FIXED ; OF SOUL SERENE WHERE DOUBT MAY NEVER INTERVENE. AH, MANY LESSONS THOU DOST TEACH As I BEHOLD THY TOWERING FORM. THEY BID MY ASPIRATION REACH TO'RD HEAVEN, THROUGH THE BLINDING STORM; THAT MAN, TO BUILD TO HEIGHT PROFOUND MUST DELVE TO DEPTH BENEATH THE GROUND. MIGHT I BUT HEED THIS ONE, TODAY, THOUGH ALL BESIDE MAY PASS UNLEARNED, THEN, SHOULD I NEVER DISOBEY THE LAW OF LOVE, OR BE CONCERNED EXCEPT TO STEADFAST KEEP MY VOW To BUILD AS FIRM, AS FIXED AS THOU. [-5] ARTIST INFINITE WHO PAINTED THE FACE OF THAT FLOWER ? WHO HUNG YONDER ORB IN THE SKY, AND DID IN MIRACULOUS POWER MY SOUL TO MY BODY ALLY? 'TWAS HE, WHO THUS MAKES ME TO PONDER, To STRUGGLE, TO STRIVE AND TO YEARN FOR PARADISE, BECKONING YONDER, AND CALLING MY SOUL TO RETURN. SONGS OF HAWAII DREAMY ISLE, I SIT THE WHILE AND LISTEN TO THY SONGS. MY HEART IS SAD, AND YET IS GLAD ITS LOVE TO THEE BELONGS. So FAR FROM THEE I CANNOT SEE THY SPLENDID, FRONDED PALMS, YET, AS I HEAR THY MELLOW CHEER, I WORSHIP IN THY PSALMS. IN MEMORY'S KEN I AM AGAIN UPON THE PALI'S HEIGHT; AND UNDER ME THE LAND AND SEA, A PICTURE OF DELIGHT. 1 VISIONS SEE OF WAIKIKI, THE MOONLIGHT ON THE REEF; ITS SOFTNESS SHED O'ER DlAMOND HEAD, . FORGOTTEN is MY GRIEF. [17] Two SONGS FOR ME THE SKYLARK NEVER SANO SAVE SOARING IN THE PAGES OF SHELLEY, WORDSWORTH, TENNYSON, To SING FOR ALL THE AGES. BUT, AH, I'VE HEARD A MEADOW-LARK FROM HEDGES, FIELDS AND FENCES, POUR ON THE AIR HIS SONG OF JOY, WHEN ROSY DAWN COMMENCES. HlS ROUNDED, MELLOW, SOULFUL SONG, LlKE FULL-SUSTAINED CONTRALTO, WOULD BLEND IN SWEETEST HARMONY, THE TREBLE WITH HIS ALTO, IF WITH THE SKYLARK HE COULD SING, THOUGH NEVER SOARING HIGH; THE ONE A LOVE-SONG OF THE EARTH, THE OTHER OF THE SKY. THE LIFE THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN LORD OF MY LIFE THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN ! LORD OF MY LIFE SO FILLED WITH SIN ! LORD OF MY SECRET HEART ! GRIEVING, I GRIEVE FOR WHAT is NOT ; MOURNING, I MOURN EACH HIDDEN BLOT ; SERVING, I SERVE IN PART. BURIED WITHIN MY LIFE THE WHILE, DEEP IN MY HEART MAY BE THE GUILE No MORTAL EYE CAN SEE. NOTHING I DO CAN EVER HIDE, NOTHING CAN IN MY HEART ABIDE, HIDDEN, DEAR LORD, FROM THEE. LORD OF MY LIFE, MY SPIRIT YEARNS ; QUENCH NOT THE SMOKING FLAX THAT BURNS SMOTHERED IN DOUBT AND SIN. STRENGTHEN MY ARM FOR VALIANT STRIFE, STRENGTHEN MY WILL, TO MAKE MY LIFE THE LIFE THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN. THE GREATER STRUGGLE THERE MAY BE, THE STRONGER BARRIERS WE MEET THE KEENER ZEST IN VICTORY, THE LESS THE SORROW IN DEFEAT. THE GREATER PATIENCE UNDER TRIAL, THE EASIER OUR SELF-CONTROL THE LESS OUR SUFFERING THE WHILE THE BILLOWS OF MISFORTUNE ROLL. THE DARKER BE THE NIGHT OF PAIN, THE LONELIER THE VIGIL BE THE SWEETER REST AT MORN WE*LL GAIN, THE FRIEND WE FIND, WILL TRUER BE. THE MORE OUR NEED FOR EARNEST PRAYER, THE DEEPER ANGUISH IN THE SOUL THE GREATER JOY TO LOSE THE CARE, THE SURER GOD WILL MAKE us WHOLE. [*6] GROWTH OF THE SOUL CLIMB FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE VALLEY'S CHILL, OUT OF THE SHADOWS THAT LURK BELOW, NURSE AT THE BREAST OF THE THROBBING HILL, GROW IN THY DAY AS THE TALL TREES GROW. THIS, SOUL OF MINE, BE THY CONSTANT CRY; THIS, O MY SOUL, is TO NEVER DIE! WHENCE CAMEST THOU? . . . GIVE IT LITTLE THOUGHT! WHITHER? . . . AH, LET THIS CONCERN THEE MORE! INTO THIS STATE THOU ART BLINDLY BROUGHT; OUT OF IT SEE BUT AN OPEN DOOR. ONCE PAST THE PORTAL, PERHAPS 'TWILL BE GROWTH OF TODAY WILL HAVE MADE THEE FREE. [21] MY TYRANT A TYRANT THOU ART GROWN TO BE, ENSNARING ME IN MESHES DEEP; RELENTLESS ART THOU, POESY, COMMANDING ME THAT ERE I SLEEP, I YET MUST KNEEL BEFORE THE SHRINE I BUILDED WHEN I MADE THEE MINE. I SEEK THEE WHEN I FAIN WOULD REST J WHEN FOOT-SORE, WEARY, TRAVEL-STAINED. I SEEK THEE FOR I LOVE THEE BEST, AND THEN, TO PROVE THE POWER GAINED, IF NOON OF DAY OR NOON OF NIGHT, I HEAR THEE SAY, "I BID THEE WRITE!" AND OFT I PLEADING, PRAY OF THEE To SPARE ME TILL ANOTHER TIME, AND PROMISE THEN, SWEET PoESY, To WORSHIP IN POETIC RHYME. THOU UNRELENTING BIDST ME WRITE, AND I'VE OBEYED THEE, NOW, GOOD NIGHT! 1225 [22] THE EBB OF THE TIDE WHEN AFTER THE FLOOD COMES THE EBB OF THE TIDE AND I SHALL DRIFT OUT TO SEA, PAST THE HEADLAND SO BARE MAY I OJJIETLY GLIDE WlTH A TRUST THAT WILL COMFORT ME. IN THE STILL AFTERGLOW, WHEN THE SUNLIGHT HAS SHONE IN A LAST LING* RING RAY FOR ME, AND MY DAY RUN ITS COURSE, MAY I FEEL HE HAS KNOWN AND FORGIVES MY INFIRMITY. PAST THE BUOY, THAT MARKS WELL THE TREACHEROUS SHOAL, PAST THE BEACON THAT WARNS THROUGH THE NIGHT, SAFE FROM BREAKER AND ROCK, WITH A FAITH THAT is WHOLE, MAY I DRIFT WITH MY TRUST IN HlS MIGHT. FOR LIFE'S SUN CANNOT SET TILL THE CLOSE OF THE DAY, THOUGH IT OFTEN SEEMS so IN OUR PAIN ; AND His WISDOM is SURE, BE OUR FEARS WHAT THEY MAY, GOD GARNERS NO UNRIPENED GRAIN. THIS IS THE ENDING OF THE BOOK OF VERSE THE TITLE POEM OF WHICH IS MY SOUL'S CATHEDRAL BY JAMES HENRY MACLAFFERTY, DESIGNED AND EXECUTED BY J. H. 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