For Him I Sing

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. EVQwKsNix/4xVHwmxQA6HzD+GZjsNzjbm5CSTub37Ld7/R/tJflUX3Ff+k0wDODI