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. JSSvmeOW07UvtLYTCM3RhQrs1DBf4sedn8D3TuEq4j7L8AxYbXtW9RRnNPQBUtUg