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Rh Like wave or flame, into new forms

Of gem, and air, of plants, and worms.

I, that to-day am a pine,

Yesterday was a bundle of grass.

He is free and libertine,

Pouring of his power the wine

To every age, to every race;

Unto every race and age

He emptieth the beverage;

Unto each, and unto all,

Maker and original.

The world is the ring of his spells,

And the play of his miracles.

As he giveth to all to drink,

Thus or thus they are and think.

He giveth little or giveth much,

To make them several or such.

With one drop sheds form and feature;

With the second a special nature;

The third adds heat's indulgent spark;

The fourth gives light which eats the dark;