Before the precipice
A chill was felt
And questions heard:
'What means all this?
From what arose such
A calamity? I venture
To know,' said a man
Sitting atop his crystalline
Pillar, with a conch in
One hand and a lotus in
The other; quoth the man:

'From savage conceit do these actions spring,
Affectioned men who to power must cling;
Yet their arrival is not a surprise
As these analogies hope to devise:

The cycle of life doth the planet's reflect:
For ne'er can it wander from nor neglect
Attending its course to the letter;
So life's history repeats forever,
Just as around the fixed, lutescent Sun
Has the cerulean Earth always spun;
So too in the snow one leaves prints in vain,
For Winter's storms shall e'er come again;
Thus in the future it may come to pass
That our fragile dreams will shatter like glass'

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