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 Through ravenous seas and whirling rocks and flame,

Till the suns met in heaven and began

Their cycles, and the morning stars sang, and the Word was Man!

Nay, nay, we are but crucified, and though

The bloody sweat falls from our brows like rain,

Loosen the nails—we shall come down I know,

Staunch the red wounds—we shall be whole again,

No need have we of hyssop-laden rod,

That which is purely human, that is Godlike, that is God. 228