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I rose’—because He sank’—
I thought it would be opposite’—
But when his power dropped’—
My Soul grew straight.
 
I cheered my fainting Prince’—
I sang firm’—even’—Chants’—
I helped his Film’—with Hymn’—
 
And when the Dews drew off
That held his Forehead stiff’—
I met him’—
Balm to Balm’—
 
I told him Best’—must pass
Through this low Arch of Flesh’—
No Casque so brave
It spurn the Grave’—
 
I told him Worlds I knew
Where Emperors grew’—
Who recollected us
If we were true’—
 
And so with Thews of Hymn’—
And Sinew from within’—
And ways I knew not that I knew’—till then’—
I lifted Him’—

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