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GÖTHE.
When Nature opened for this mighty birthThe gates of Life, she ushered his advent
With a full flood of light, as with th' intent
This child of Light in measure of his worth
So to prefigure, this new light to Earth.
In mid-light and mid-time this tenement
Of clay he leased, and when the tenant went
The sacred fire from its earthly hearth
Divinely passed. “More light, more light,” he cried,
True to his origin; and when the blind
Nature in one direction drew, and died
The sunset splendours which he left behind,
This new Prometheus, to the last Man's guide,
More light, though more might blind Man, yearned to find!
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