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HOU hast encompassed us, indeed, O Lord, With these sad years. Where does the failure lie Of this Thy man, made to Thy likeness, since Within the golden mirror of the sun Thou gavest Thy sweet loveliness and didst Then gather dust to mould him to Thy shape, And stood him upright on Thy holy palm To view his form and praise Thy handiwork? Is this Thy likeness then, Thy perfect mould, Thy hands, Thy feet, Thy voice, Thy sacred heart, A god in miniature, of Eden made?

Hands, hands, hands, tearing, grasping, slaying, Cold, stiff, still, soothing, strangling, praying. Feet, feet, feet, running, toiling, stamping, Crushing, killing, falling, stumbling, tramping. Cries, cries, cries, brutal, broken, wailing, Sobbing, helpless, anguished, dying, failing. Hearts, hearts, hearts, loving, hating, seeking, Hearts of all Thy children, breaking, breaking.