Chapter 24 No.24

I take the trumpet from my lips and sing.

O life immeasurable and imminent love,

And fear like winter leading hope like spring,

Whose flower-bright brows the day-star sits above,

Whose hand unweariable and untiring wing

Strike music from a world that wailed and strove,

Each bright soul born and every glorious thing,

From very f

            
            

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