Stanza 2
T Tom Billsborough
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We, with one accord,
Must feel the Moon's embrace,
The tactile world, the mobile
Sea in which we bathe
Our conscious dreams
Our deep desire to learn.
So let redundant Spirits
Dwell alone in dungeons
Or lie forgotten in still
Graves, their headstones
Faded by corrosive Time.
What need have we for Gods
And the impotence of prayer?
Let Reason fuel our future.
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