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Thou mastering me (from The Wreck of the Deutschland)

     Thou mastering me
          God! giver of breath and bread;
     World’s strand, sway of the sea;
          Lord of living and dead;
Thou has bound bones and veins in me, fastened me in flesh,
And after it almost unmade, what with dread,
     Thy doing: and dost thou touch me afresh?
Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.

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