When the Hartford

With the countless torches lit, with the silent sea of faces and the
Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity;
Every day at sundown for your dear sake my love
Nor any thing in the earth, or down in the oldest graves of the earth
These stormy gusts and winds waft precious ships
Hate, despair, amity, pain, theft, murder, aspiration, form in

Helping the llama or brahmin as he trims the lamps of the idols
As the muskets of the young men yet lean over their shoulders
Reaching the far-off sentry and the armed guards, who ceasd their pacing
Theory of the earth
On my Northwest coast in the midst of the night a fishermens group
Relievd by other sentinelsand I feeding and taking turns
Divine instinct, breadth of vision, the law of reason, health

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