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of a mighty race. . . . I come of a very mighty race. . . . Adam was a mighty man, and Noah a captain of the moving waters, Moses was a stern and splendid king, yea, so was Moses. . . . Give me more songs like David's to shake my throat to the pit of the belly, And let me roll in the Isaiah thunder. . ..

Ho! the mightiest of our young men was born under a star in the midwinter. . . . His name is written on the sun and it is frosted on the moon. . . . Earth breathes him like an eternal spring: he is a second sky over the Earth.

Mighty race! mighty race!—my flesh, my flesh Is a cup of song, Is a well in Asia. . . . I go about with a dark heart where the Ages sit in a divine thunder. . . . My blood is cymbal-clashed and the anklets of the dancers tinkle there. . . . Harp and psaltery, harp and psaltery make drunk my spirit. . . . 75