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Man says that He is jealous,

Man says that He is wise,

Man says that He is watching

From His throne beyond the skies.

But perchance the arch above us

Is one great mirror's span,

And the Figure seen so dimly

Is a vast reflected man.

If it is love that gave us

A thousand blossoms bright,

Why should that love not save us

From poisoned aconite?