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DEDICATION 
 
Out of the East, out of the East 
 
Didst thou flame forth, O Son of Man, 
The chainless champion of the Beast !   
 
A warrior comet, thy plumes fan 
The shuddering air’s black wildernesses 
To fiends’ insatiate caresses. 
 
Thou camest crowned and helmed and armed, 
 
Sworded, a mighty man of war :   
Swayed all the stars, aghast, alarmed 
 
As at the Thunderbolt of Thor !   
The very aethyr rocked and shook 
At thine indomitable look !   
 
[Here must we utterly restrict 
 
Our theological remarks. 
One whom not Heaven could contradict 
 
Says :   Now, Sir, if you please, no larks !   
Hence for third stanza (with a curse) 
I write instead this sorry verse.]