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William Blake

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?

Or Love in a golden bowl?

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noun

One who, or that which, accelerates.

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SONGS OF OUR HOLY WAR.

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Robert Lowell·1917–1977
———— O dear Lord, we know what death is worth:Thou diedst in woe and pain upon the cross:Out of thy death man’s freedom had its birth,And for his gain Thou gavest all thy loss. ‘s vase rary+ |4hatehy,odP| HYMN FOR THE HOST IN WAR. 181 HYMN FOR THE HOST IN WAR.* Wirn banners fluttering forth on high,And music’s stirring breath, Lord God! we stand beneath Thine eye,Arrayed for work of death. When we our stormy battle wage,Thy Spirit be our zeal!In conquering, teach us not man’s rage,