o be no more.

    I could not but c way;

    to follo ty of the years;

    to soo c t the soil;

    to call ts hiding place

    And give it strengto nestle its own life,

    And to pluck it worm laug;

    to raise man from secret darkness,

    Yet keep s clinging to th;

    to give  for life, and make death his cupbearer;

    to endoh pain,

    And exalts h longing,

    And fadet embrace;

    to girdle s h dreams of higher days,

    And infuse s,

    And yet to confine s

    to table resemblance;

    to make ain,

    And  as tempests of the seas,

    And yet to give him hands slow in decision,

    And feet ion;

    to give  he may sing before us,

    And sorro o us,

    And to lay him low,

    h in her hunger cries for food;

    to raise

    t aste our tomorrow,

    And to keep he mire

    t  forget erday.

    to time,

    Governing t began hers crying,

    And ends ation of his children.

    First God

    My  ts, yet I  drink t blood of a feeble race,

    For tainted, and tage tter to my mouth.

    Like t to breathing forms

    t crept out of my dripping fingers unto the hills.

    Like ths of beginning life

    And c crao rocky s.

    Like ty thereof

    For a lure t seizes yout to generate and multiply.

    Like to shrine,

    And turned e fear of things unseen

    to tremulous faited and the unknown.

    Like tempest over his head

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