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I Hail Myself as I do Homer
Aye, I call the once dead light of day from the dark-breasted slumber of night!—
I repose in the harmonious difference of the divine Sister and Brother,—Voice and Silence in Time.
O Yone, return to Nature in the woodland,—thy home, where Wisdom and Laughter entwine their arms!
Ah Cities, scorning the order of the world, ye plunder rest from night, paint day with snowy vice,—
Alas, the smoke-dragon obscures the light of God; the sky-measuring steeple speaks of discontent unto the Heaven!
O Yone, wander not city-ward—there thou art sentenced to veil thy tears with smiles!
I repose in the harmonious difference of the divine Sister and Brother,—Voice and Silence in Time.
O Yone, return to Nature in the woodland,—thy home, where Wisdom and Laughter entwine their arms!
Ah Cities, scorning the order of the world, ye plunder rest from night, paint day with snowy vice,—
Alas, the smoke-dragon obscures the light of God; the sky-measuring steeple speaks of discontent unto the Heaven!
O Yone, wander not city-ward—there thou art sentenced to veil thy tears with smiles!
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