Atop these great wellsprings, Hoping's
Ever renewing
Glimpsed, starry eyed, a force, elite
Wait; here, Earth-viewing.
Ma, brace! Once hearing, though helpless
For babe-sized angel
Washing o'er, gurgly, will revive
Earth's cynical hell.
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