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The other cause behind the ages lies, A-swelter in the elemental yeast, Where yet thou lay’st fermenting for the feast Of nationality, thine opening eyes Turned longingly to where the sun doth rise, And thy great spirit, when the ferment ceased, For ever oriented to the East, Mysterious, helpless, beautiful and wise. Thence while the bitter ages onward run, And the fierce West doth rend a path through time, Thou for the nations from the healing sun Draw’st healing still, and in the teeth of crime Provest by many a bloodless victory won, Than this world’s pride of power Love more sublime.

HESEPE, 22nd May