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Let there be many windows to
your soul.
That all the glory of the universe
May beautify it. Not the
narrow pane
Of one poor creed can catch
the radiant rays
That shine from countless
sources. Tear away
The blinds of superstition; let
the light
Pour through fair windows
broad as truth itself,
As high as God
Ella Wheeler
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