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The Pariah - III - The Pariah's Thanks Post by :christyk Category :Poems Author :Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Date :July 2011 Read :3014

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III - The Pariah's Thanks

MIGHTY Brama, now I'll bless thee!

'Tis from thee that worlds proceed!

As my ruler I confess thee,

For of all thou takest heed.

All thy thousand ears thou keepest

Open to each child of earth;

We, 'mongst mortals sunk the deepest,

Have from thee received new birth.

Bear in mind the woman's story,

Who, through grief, divine became;

Now I'll wait to view His glory,

Who omnipotence can claim.


1821.

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