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I rosebecause He sank
I thought it would be opposite
But when his power dropped
My Soul grew straight.
I cheered my fainting Prince
I sang firmevenChants
I helped his Filmwith Hymn
And when the Dews drew off
That held his Forehead stiff
I met him
Balm to Balm
I told him Bestmust 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 knewtill then
I lifted Him