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 What up-country traffic and freight shall travel forth into the world? What help will ye summon and send? Spirit, deep in the Dark! with the light of what overhead worlds Wilt thou in the Dark make friends? O pioneer Soul! against Ruin here hardily pitted, What life wilt thou make of existence? Life! what more Life wilt thou make?

Ah, little Thor! Here in the night, face to face With the Burnt Bush within and without thee, Standing, small and alone: Bright Promise on Poverty’s threshold! What art thou? Where hast thou come from? How far, how far! wilt thou go?