I rose - because He sank - I thought it would be opposite - But when his power bent - My Soul grew straight. I cheered my fainting Prince - I sang firm - even - Chants - I helped his Film - with Hymn -
And when the Dews drew off That held his Forehead stiff - I gave him - Balm - for Balm -
I told him Best - must pass Through this low Arch of Flesh - No Casque so brave It spurn the Grave -
I told him Worlds I knew Where Emperors grew - Who recollected us If we were true -
And so with Thews of Hymn - And Sinew from within - And ways I knew not that I knew - till then - I lifted Him.
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