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Poem October 28, 1944 Issue

Cast Out the Beam

MAYME DAMLEM

THE mote that's in thy brother's eye,
And looms so big to thee,
Is but the shadow of the beam
That dims thy power to see.

Therefore, let Love cast out the beam
And surely thou shalt find
That neither beam nor mote exists
In omnipresent Mind.

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