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Apollo
33
Therefore are the nations crushed, and all the creatures of life swept away.
For thy universe is a great music; wherein is terror, darkness, and a singing melody of joy;
Wherein is strife and victory; and a haunting despair;
Wherein is love lyric, and love serene; wherein is love triumphant, and love overthrown by Time.
Thou hast struck forth thy universe in an ecstasy that it may perfectly declare thy thought.
Thou attainest the whole span of beauty, and the harmony thereof is passing sweet and wild.
Thy sign is the sun, which burns upon the sea in his uprising, and emblazons the heaven with fire;
Which kindles all dark things into splendour, and exalts a man to cry, "Hail, God, my brother!"
For all who create are thy kin; and all men create;
Both the makers of song and music, and they that speak through colour and form;
They that contrive great books, and they that live fair lives;