Back to the breast of thy mother, Child of the earth! E`en her caress can not smother What thou hast done. Follow the trail of the westering sun Over the earth. Thy light and his were as one-- Sun, in thy worth. Unto a nation whose sky was as night, Camest thou, holily, bearing thy light: And the dawn came, In it thy fame Flashed up in a flame. Back to the breast of thy mother-- To rest. Long hast thou striven; Dared where the hills by the lightning of heaven were riven; Go now, pure shriven. Who shall come after thee, out of the clay-- Learned one and leader to show us the way? Who shall rise up when the world gives the test? Think thou no more of this-- Rest!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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