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... by thy head. Thou knowest not the hairs," though He, we read, Writes that wild number in His own strange book. I cannot count the sands or search the seas, Death cometh, and I leave so much untrod. Grant my immortal aureole, O my God, And I will name the leaves upon the trees, In heaven I shall stand on gold and glass, Still brooding earth's arithmetic to spell; Or see the fading of the fires ...

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.... But all can hark at the dark of even The bells that bay like the hounds of heaven, Tolling and telling that over and under, In the ways of the air like a wandering thunder, The hunt is up over hills untrod: For the wind is the way of the dogs of God: From the tyrant's tower to the outlaw's den Hunting the souls of the sons of men. Ruler and robber and pedlar and peer, Who will not hearken and ...

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