Embers, Volume 2. by Gilbert Parker
page 27 of 47 (57%)
page 27 of 47 (57%)
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Star-drifts that glimmer
Dimmer and dimmer, What do ye know of my weal or my woe? Was I born under The sun or the thunder? What do I come from, and where do I go? Rest, shall it ever Come? Is endeavour Still a vain twining and twisting of cords? Is faith but treason; Reason, unreason, But a mechanical weaving of words? What is the token, Ever unbroken, Swept down the spaces of querulous years,-- Weeping or singing-- That the Beginning Of all things is with us, and sees us, and hears? What is the token? Bruised and broken, Bend I my life to a blossoming rod? Shall then the worst things Come to the first things, Finding the best of all, last of all, God? |
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