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I rose?because He sank?
I thought it would be opposite?
But when his power dropped?
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 met him?
Balm to 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?