Shaped from clay

Great Promethian spirit
I know only wave after wave
Of monsoon wind, gusts escaping
The great gales, waylaid
Light bringer, son of morning
From celestial battle in Eden’s abode
Hear my prayers from afar
Thy kingdom here on earth

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