Strong arms, Earth's, enfold us
Through this, hilled about.
Soft tones, Earth's, edify
Through these, blow lightest, o'er
What tall and true sprout.
Here, in his lamb's posture
Man, the cruel, withdraws.
Dulled more and more, what for
His fierceness, beyond, at
The nerves, for noise, gnaws.
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