My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky.
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
"Memory doesn't pass, it accumulates. In this way, time is a gift." - Prof. Braun, commenting on this poem.
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