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Open went his heart, and out of it flew eagles,
And a music of great victory went all along his body:
He arose as one unshackled, and he felt himself a giant.

And he lifted up his arms to the stars, and he cried loud:
“I have triumphed over self! The child becomes a man!”

He was light as air is light, and sweeping from the heavens
Life, which is a flame, uplifted him with wings …

“I was sucked away from greatness by a cancer in my side:
It is cut away, it is clean cut off, and O, the world to conquer!
Where is the Golden City where I may go and work?”

Dawn began to blow her trumpets in the East:
And like a wind of dawn he hastened down the hill-slope …
Alone, he was alone, no Mother-Image tracked him,
But all the life in him was free, ready to overflow.
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