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 Over the rest; for if you starve to death,

Maybe the God you've so industriously

Offended in most ways accessible

Will tell you something; and if you live again

You may attain to fewer discrepancies

In less within you that you may destroy.

That’s a good way for you to meet your doubt,

And show at the same time a reverence

That’s in you somewhere still.” And I believe,

Though he may well then have believed in nothing

More real than a defective destiny,

That it was in him somewhere, as he said.

There was a fervor in his exceration

That was not only drama; though I question

Whether I should have found him and his drum

That evening a year after, in the street,

If he had not gone farther, while he starved,