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if light could be bottled, they'd store it in sheds.
if knowledge were caught, would inhabit their heads.
if color contained, all would hold a bright hue:
but with peace! oh, the thought!
none would know what to do!

rather than let it be any great help,
they'd hurriedly store it away on a shelf.
[of what could it ever be any great use?
its obsolete now, they would mumble, confused.]

but all those who have it are blessed without doubt:
i'd rather die with it, than live life without!