and the hills.
Like thee I have kihe dark depths of beginning life
And watched it crawl from caves to rocky heights.
Like thee I have summoned spring and laid the beauty thereof
For a lure that seizes youth and binds it to gee and multiply.
Like thee I have led man from shrio shrine,
And turned his mute fear of things unseen
To tremulous faith in us, the unvisited and the unknown.
Like thee I have ridden the wild tempest over his head
That he might bow before us,
And shaken the earth beh him until he cried unto us;
And like thee, led the savage o against his led isle,
Till he hath died calling upon us.
All this have I done, and more.
And all that I have done is empty and vain.
Vain is the waking ay is the sleep,
And thrice empty and vain is the dream.
Third God
Brothers, my august brothers,
Down in the myrtle grove
A girl is dang to the moon,
A thousaars are in her hair,
About her feet a thousand wings.
Sed God
lanted man, our vine, and tilled the soil
In the purple mist of the first dawn.
We watched the lean branches grow,
And through the days of seasonless years
We he infant leaves.
From the angry element we shielded the bud,
And against all dark spirits we guarded the flower.
And now that our vih yielded the grape
You will not take it to the winepress and fill the cup.
Whose mightier hand than yours shall reap the fruit?
And what nobler end than your thirst awaits the wine?
Man is food for the gods,
And the glory of man begins
When his aimless breath is sucked by gods hallowed lips.
All that is human ts for naught if human it remain;
The innoce of childhood, and the sweet ecstasy of youth,
The passion of stern manhood, and the wisdom of old age;
The splendour of kings and the trium
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