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TIME by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE

First Line: I SAW A GIANT ARMED WITH MANY LASHES
Last Line: OF SIN THAT NEVER COULD BE CLEANSED BY RESTING?
Subject(s): SIN;
I SAW a giant armed with many lashes
Whipping a host of dwarfs through some star-city;
Anon they turned on him, but short the clashes,
He pressed them forward fiercely without pity.

Where go they? Who is he that drives them,
And like a fiend demands eternal questing?
Is it that he by constant faring shrives them
Of sin that never could be cleansed by resting?



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