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To Edom!
(13 December 1797 – 17 February 1856 / Dusseldorf)

To Edom!

WITH each other, brother fashion,
Have we borne this many an age.
Thou hast borne with my existence,
And I borne have with thy rage.

Many a time, in days of darkness,
Wonder-strange hath been thy mood,
And thy dear and pious talons
Hast thou reddened in my blood.

Now our friendship groweth closer;
Nay, it waxeth daily now:
I myself begin to bluster
And am nigh as mad as thou.

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'WITH each other, brother fashion, Have we borne this many an age.' a catty theme of another axe to grind