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‘Bethink you of the seed

whence your lives have sprung; for not

beasts ye were created, but

manliness and knowledge to pursue.’

'Turning prow toward the morn

oars changed into wings

for that foolish, dre-a-ry flight,

onward to - the south.

Night already saw the pole,

all its southern stars,

and our northern pole was so low

did not rise from th' ocean bed

quenched and relit for five times

the light beneath the moon had been

since we entered deep pathways,

when a mountain appeared to us

Dim with distance,

it seemed to me the

highest

I had

ever seen

To the morning

having turned

our stern, with our oars --

we made wings -- for our flight

We rejoiced, but soon our joy was

turned in- to grief,

when a tempest

rose 'n struck

the prow of

our ship.

Three times did it whirl her

round, with all the ocean:

at the fourth, it made the stern rise,

and the prow sink, as it

pleased another, till the

sea closed

over us.

Three times did it whirl her

round, with all the ocean:

at the fourth, the stern did rise,

and the sea,

it closed over us.’

Still

the lies of god by far

surpass the lies of man

for it wants he accepts the bounds

it created for him

Not the first, nor the last

voyage is this for man

who craves

to be more

than a sheep in a pen

who craves

to be more

than a caged sheep