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Excerpt from Whimsical Rimes
I often think how lonely the Lord of Life must be, Who made the pneumococcus and poured the starry sea; Who built a brontosaurus and locked its bones in earth Ere anthropoid or human had Cenozoic birth. How lonely, how forsaken, the God Of Suns must be, With neither. Wife nor comrade to share Eternity! His home quintillions measure, but every else too small, For suns themselves are motes that dust the Empty All. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
