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1893–1944

VIII.— DELIVERANCE

Robert Nichols

Out of the Night! out of the Night I come: Free at last: the whole world is my home: I have lost self: I look not on myself again, But if I do I see a man among men.

Out of the Night! out of the Night, O Flesh: Soul I know not from Body within thy mesh: Accepting all that is, I cannot divide the same: I accept the smoke because I accept the flame.

Out of the Night! out of the Night, O Friends: O all my dead, think ye our friendship ends? Harold, Kenneth, Dick, many hearts that were true, While I breathe breath, I am breathing you.

Out of the Night! out of the Night, O Power: Many a fight to be won, many an awful hour; Many an hour to wish death ere I go to death, Many an hour to bless breath ere I cease from breath.

Out of the Night! out of the Night, O Soul: Give thanks to the Night: Night and Day are the Whole. I count mere life-breath nothing now I know Life's worth Lies all in spending! that known, love Life and Earth.

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