Glory to Man in the highest! For Man is the master of things.
Glory to Man in the highest! For Man is the master of things.
Is not Precedent indeed a King of men A Word from the Psalmist.
A little soul for a little bears up this corpse which is man.
I am that which began; Out of me the years roll; Out of me God and man; I am equal and whole; God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily I am the soul.
I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and no other, Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me.
Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Time with a gift of tears, Grief with a glass that ran, Pleasure with pain for leaven, Summer with flowers that fell, Remembrance fallen from heaven, And Madness risen from hell, Strength without hands to smite, Love that endures for a breath Night, the shadow of light, And Life, the shadow of death.
For a day and a night and a morrow, That his strength might endure for a span; With travail and heavy sorrow, The holy spirit of man.
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