He sits down with holy fears
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And waters the ground with tears
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Then Humility takes it's root
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Underneath his foot?
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Soon spreads the dismal shade
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Of Mystery over his head
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And the catterpiller and fly
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Feed on the Mystery
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And it bears the fruit of Deceit
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Ruddy and so fucking sweat to eat;
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And the Raven his nest has made
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In it's thickest shade
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The Gods of the earth and sea
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Sought thro'Nature to find this Tree
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But their search was all in vain
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There grows one in the Human Brain
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Whene'er didst taste Thou the
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Fruit of Deceite and of Human Abstract-
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Transitory
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It's sweet...
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Bitter, tart and wormy
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Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
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Or wilt thou go ask the worm?
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Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod or bowl?
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Until a thousand spirits go astray in dark
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..."The human form, eternally abstract".
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The Human Abstract
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