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I Hail Myself as I do Homer
Behold, the cloud hides the sins of the cities—regiments of redwood-giants guard the holy gates of the woodland against the shames!
Chant of Nature, O Yone,—sing thy destiny—hymn of darkness for the ivory-browed dawn—
Behold, the deathless Deity blesses thee in silence from the thousand temples of the stars above!
Chant of Nature, O Yone,—sing thy destiny—hymn of darkness for the ivory-browed dawn—
Behold, the deathless Deity blesses thee in silence from the thousand temples of the stars above!
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