Is he some Southwesterner rais'd out-doors?
Have you heard that it was good to gain the day?
41 I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs, And for strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.
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Have you reckon'd the earth much?
Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river!
O unspeakable passionate love.
Every condition promulges not only itself, it promulges what grows after and out of itself, And the dark hush promulges as much as any.
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