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First Line: What matters where the great god flings
Last Line: To walk beside a tattered horse.


What matters where the great God flings
Down on earth's floor thy thinking clay,
If thou canst rise and live to-day
The life of emperors and kings!

So take thy soul and keep it sane;
And, treading firm the green earth-sod,
Look upward from that place to God,
That He shall see thy soul again.

There undejected, there unhurled
Asunder--sick with mortal change;
Self-held from star to star to range,
Or one with all the working world.

O King of kings and emperors,
Though vagabond of night and morn--
Some dusty quarry-fellow born
To walk beside a tattered horse.





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