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. TZ0kGRjQ1Clh/98+XP6jTyogb8sDE3klqE48N4MolDHyNHxZGlyg1mAs6UDCHRIx
