Our Beautiful Evening Star
A dictum that no mortal may impeach:
abundance is the concubine of dearth.
You soar above the surly clouds which wreathe
around us: you’ve enabled us to reach
beyond our matter-patrimony, earth:
your gift to humankind is to bequeath
ability to master thought and speech,
and know that death is but another birth.
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