H .
O . Meredith .
First man
creating
his
first God
In
his
own
image
dimly
known
,
More treacherous
than
the quaking
sod
,
And
harder
hearted than
the
stone
!
Tiger
and
snake who hunted me
,
The thunder
crash
,
the
swollen
stream
,
I
worshipped
-
wanton
cruelty
,
Mad
perils
of
a
maniac
dream
.
I
peopled
earth
a
new
found hell
With
the
new
devil
of
my
soul
,
That thought might
find
a
place
to
dwell
And
the
dire
chaos
seem
a
whole
.
For
strange
I
saw
my
first
sun
rise
And
felt
his
warmth
upon my flesh
And
screaming
,
with
distorted
eyes
Fled
from
the dancing
shadow
-
mesh
;
And
strange
the spinning
river
whirled
Past
stone
and
tree which
had
no
feet
,
And
in
my misbegotten
world
A
Devil
-
god was
good
to
meet
.
I
found
a
stone my
limbs
to
wound
,
'
Twas
joy
to
watch
the
gushing
blood
,
To
know
God
drink
it
in
the ground
And
thunder
forth
his thanks for food
.
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