 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
I darkly again see this wide Foster Earth!
Where lo, me awaiteth an arm, like crudded milk.
And, strong to save, an hand, like the snow-flake,
Stretcht forth; which deigns me úplift ón Worlds sod!
Where lo, me awaiteth an arm, like crudded milk.
And, strong to save, an hand, like the snow-flake,
Stretcht forth; which deigns me úplift ón Worlds sod!
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |