For him I sing,
I raise the present on the past,
（As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,）
With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself by them the law unto himself. FZnqgcRM7bP9z0fPryEz06aTy/msIZGRJcNnnFoIneRCmJ1LxHcMRalF/K5mGl0r
