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 Through the eyes of animals appealing,
 * Feel my fettered spirit yearn to thine,

Who, in storm of will and clash of feeling,
 * Shape the life that shall be—the divine.

"Oh, redeem me from my tiger rages,
 * Reptile greed, and foul hyæna lust;

With the hero's deeds, the thoughts of sages,
 * Sow and fructify this passive dust;

Drop in dew and healing love of woman
 * On the bloodstained hands of hungry strife,

Till there break from passion of the Human
 * Morning-glory of transfigured life.

"I have cast my burden on thy shoulder;
 * Unimagined potencies have given

That from formless Chaos thou shalt mould her
 * And translate gross earth to luminous heaven.

Bear, oh, bear the terrible compulsion.
 * Flinch not from the path thy fathers trod,