With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
And the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
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The Last Man
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With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead, And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed: And the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.
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Vedder's note: Alone amid the remains of his race. Love dead at his
feet, and the spirit of Evil whispering hatred of "this sorry scheme."
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