And a proverb haunts my mindAs a spell is cast,"The mill cannot grindWith the water that is past."
My days among the Dead are past;Around me I behold,Where'er these casual eyes are cast,The mighty minds of old;My never-failing friends are they,With whom I converse day by day.Robert Southey
The Lord descended from aboveAnd bow’d the heavens high;And underneath his feet he castThe darkness of the sky.On cherubs and on cherubimsFull royally he rode;And on the wings of all the windsCame flying all abroad.
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