And yet to confine s
to table resemblance;
to make ain,
And as tempests of the seas,
And yet to give him hands slow in decision,
And feet ion;
to give he may sing before us,
And sorro o us,
And to lay him low,
h in her hunger cries for food;
to raise
t aste our tomorrow,
And to keep he mire
t forget erday.
to time,
Governing t began hers crying,
And ends ation of his children.
First God
My ts, yet I drink t blood of a feeble race,
For tainted, and tage tter to my mouth.
Like t to breathing forms
t crept out of my dripping fingers unto the hills.
Like ths of beginning life
And c crao rocky s.
Like ty thereof
For a lure t seizes yout to generate and multiply.
Like to shrine,
And turned e fear of things unseen
to tremulous faited and the unknown.
Like tempest over his head
t bow before us,
And sil o us;
And like t led isle,
till h died calling upon us.
All this have I done, and more.
And all t I y and vain.
Vain is ty is the sleep,
And ty and vain is the dream.
third God
Brot brothers,
Dole grove
A girl is dancing to the moon,
A tars are in her hair,
About a thousand wings.
Second God
e ed man, our vine, and tilled the soil
In t of t dawn.
e che lean branches grow,
And the days of seasonless years
e nursed t leaves.
From t we she bud,
And against all dark spirits he flower.
And no our vine he grape
You take it to the cup.
ier ?
And as the wine?
Man is food for the gods,
And the glory of man begins
h is sucked by gods hallowed lips.
All t is s for naug remain;
t ecstasy of youth,
tern manhe wisdom of old age;
triumph of warriors,