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THE HOUR-GLASS
145
So trembling with delight and mother-naked,
Live unabashed if the arguing world stood by.
Wise Man
It is as hard for you to understand
Why we have doubted, as it is for us
To banish doubt—what folly have I said?
There can be nothing that you do not know:
Give me a year—a month—a week—a day,
I would undo what I have done—an hour
Give me until the sand has run in the glass.
Angel
Though you may not undo what you have done,
I have this power—if you but find one soul,
