He Is As the Morning Dew, His Hand Steadily and Stealthily Descend, All at Once a Miracle!, an Impossible Perch by Perfect Design Witnessed...He is As an Avalanche, His Heavy Arm Doth Bring Down, All but the Rocks Set!, and Who Will Break the Bands of White Iron?...He is As the Sunrise on the Sahara, His Heat a welcome Warmth for weary Feet in an Icy Night, and How Far Is that Light? Did He not Cover As a Map with the Shelter of a Gourd?... He is As the Weather, My Vain is Plentifully Moved, A Mountain Hath He Moved! A Plateau Hath He Set, While My Footprints Are Covered in the Sand, His Delicate Fingers Sweep Bronze and Papyrus...Nov11,2012
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