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have I

longed to

pin them

fast with

the jagged

gold-wires

of light-

ning, that

I might,

like the

thunder,

beat the

drum upon

their

kettle-bellies:—

—An angry

drummer,

because

they rob

me of thy

Yea and

Amen!—thou

heaven

above me,

thou pure,

thou

luminous

heaven!

Thou abyss

of light!—

because

they rob

thee of my

Yea and

Amen. For

rather

will I

have noise

and

thunders

and

tempest-blasts,

than this

discreet,

doubting

cat-repose;

and also

amongst

men do I

hate most