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Through what fierce incarnations, furled

  In fire and darkness, did I go,

Ere I was worthy in the world

  To see a dandelion grow?

Well, if in any woes or wars

  I bought my naked right to be,

Grew worthy of the grass, nor gave

  The wren, my brother, shame for me.

But what shall God not ask of him

  In the last time when all is told,

Who saw her stand beside the hearth,

  The firelight garbing her in gold?