He felt scant needOf church or creed,He took small shareIn saintly prayer,His eyes found food for his love; He could pity poor devils condemned to hell, But sadly neglected endeavours to dwellWith the angels in luck above: To save one's precious peculiar soul He never could understand is the wholeOf a mortal's business in life, While all about him his human kin With loving and hating and virtue and sinReel overmatched in the strife."The heavens for the heavens, and the earth for the earth! I am a Man—I'll be true to my birth—Man in my joys, in my pains."So fearless, stalwart, erect and free,He gave to his fellows right royallyHis strength, his heart, his brains;For proud and fiery and swift and bold—Wine of life from heart of gold,The blood of his heathen manhood rolledFull-billowed through his veins.
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