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Rh Through terror, through distrust; The greed to touch, to view, to have, to live Through all that makes of him a sensitive Abhorring dust.

Behold his wormy home! And he the wind-whipped, anywhither wave Crazily tumbled on a shingle-grave To waste in foam.

Therefore the wretch inclines Afresh to the Invisible, who, he saith, Can raise him high: with vows of living faith For little signs.