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STRAY BIRDS 316 me live truly, my Lord, so that death to me become true.

317 history is waiting in patience for the triumph of the insulted man.

318 thy gaze upon my heart this  moment like the sunny silence of the  morning upon the lonely field whose harvest is over.

319 for the Island of Songs across this heaving Sea of Shouts. [89]