“Let him sing to me Who sees the watching of the stars above the day, Who hears the singing of the sunrise On its way Through all the night. Let him sing to me Who is the sky-voice, the thunder-lover, Who hears above the winds’ fast flying shrouds The drifted darkness, the heavenly strife, The singing on the sunny sides of all the clouds Of his own life.”…
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