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THE TOWER BUILDER.
IN AN IMPERIAL HOURWITH COUNTENANCE BENIGN,
VENUS THE HOLY CAME
AND LAID KIND HANDS IN MINE.
HANDS I CANNOT FORGET.
NEVER A WORD SHE SPOKE.
SHE GAVE HER FINGER-TIPS
AND MY DEAD SOUL AWOKE.
I LEARNED WHY STRONG MEN TOIL,
AND WHY BRIGHT CITIES RISE.
I HARDLY TOUCHED HER HAIR,
AND SCARCELY SAW HER EYES.
BY HER STRONG HANDS ALL DAY.
I HAVE THE KEY TO LIFE
A POWER WORDS CANNOT SAY.
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