A PLAINT TO MAN
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HEN you slowly emerged from the den of Time,And gained percipience as you grew,And fleshed you fair out of shapeless slime, Wherefore, O Man, did there come to youThe unhappy need of creating me—A form like your own—for praying to? My virtue, power, utility,Within my maker must all abide,Since none in myself can ever be,
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