When God made horses, he gave me the best

Brought to my estate, through every land and sea

Descended from my call to that immensity,

An alien to my hope, a new creation,

Directed in this land from this immensity;

And, while the spirit of humanity rebels

Stands the heart of humanity upon the earth.

Enough that the word of the ultimate conflict,

Which bears no echoing from the ultimate soul

Into the very heart, that beat without its beat

That beat in sweet captivity, unto the soul.

Save for the rhythm of that wild melody flow!

Every dream a soul within your heart may know,

Every breath of a new life across the sea,

Making it the solace of all life mystery!

Sure as the ultimate will of this perfect day!

Thine infinite yearnings and tears may follow mine!

Throughout the world I view these everlasting woe,

Thine infinite yearnings and tears may follow mine!

Forever thus my wounded heart against the ground.

Keep me in peace without its own captivity.

I trace within the ultimate trail of my hope,

Wherein the symbol of the conduct of my life.

Forever the symbol of time and time untold,

And fling the soul of memory into its plight,

Leaving the silent meditation of the night.

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