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. +IC24ak6PU+ntYFXO9Anla8oP1OgBPO6Kf53JLO3Hrpit7kYjBEk9Qkhr4Rh09hK
