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Rh Heaven lies upon their breasts at night,

Heaven kisses them at dawn;

Heaven clasps and kisses them at even

With fire of the sun's death born.

They turn to his desire

Their bosom, flushing higher

With soft receptive fire,

And blushing, passion-torn.

Here, in the hills of ages

I met thee face to face;

O mother Earth, O lover Earth,

Look down on me with grace.

Give me thy passion burning,

And thy strong patience, turning

And wrath to power, all yearning

To truth, thy dwelling-place.

Hymn to the Fighting Boar

OD gave the horse for man to ride,

And steel wherewith to fight,

And wine to swell his soul with pride,

And women for delight:

But a better gift than these all four

Was when He made the fighting boar.

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