Vapors lighting and shading my face it shall be you!
Were mankind murderous or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?
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Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd.
I do not know it-it is without name-it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol.