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POEMS AND LYRICS.
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XVIII.
Through terror, through distrust;
The greed to touch, to view, to have, to live
Through all that makes of him a sensitive
Abhorring dust.
XIX.
Behold his wormy home!
And he the wind-whipped, anywhither wave
Crazily tumbled on a shingle-grave
To waste in foam.
XX.
Therefore the wretch inclines
Afresh to the Invisible, who, he saith,
Can raise him high: with vows of living faith
For little signs.
