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Rh He who from pain wrought noble joy for men;

He who from silence gave the world to song;

For in his mind an awful music rose

As when, in darkness of the under-seas,

Currents tremendous over currents pour.

He heard the soundless tone, its voice he was,

And he of vast humanity the voice,

And his the empire of the human soul.

THE DESERT

EGYPT