Oh gentle womb of possibility and light,
Who hath cast down thy warm embrace,
Let thy seething origin sea lick the shore,
And to the galaxy bear her awesome face,
Great wings that part to greet the breeze,
Rise up and be envelopped within godly arm,
Beyond her golden passage into heaven,
Seeketh the haven from maim or harm...

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