And like the sea set in my earEver there surged the steady fearLest this same end and brutal fateMarch toward my proud, importunateYoung brother. Often he'd say,"'Twere best, I think, we moved away."But custom and an unseen handCompelled allegiance to this landIn her, and she by staying nailedUs there, by love securely jailed.
But love and fear must end their bout,And one or both be counted out.Rebellion barked now like a gun;Like a split dam, this faith in oneWho in my sight had never doneOne extraordinary thingThat I should praise his name, or singHis bounty and his grace, let looseThe pent-up torrent of abuseThat clamored in me for release:"Nay, I have done with deitiesWho keep me ever on my knees,My mouth forever in a tuneOf praise, yet never grant the boonOf what I pray for night and day.God is a toy; put Him away.
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