THE DEAR MYSTERY

THE DEAR MYSTERY

Joy,and the triumph and the doom of gladnessMake in my breast a music sweet as sadness;Shall I not sing for sorrow, and againCry out, for the sheer joyousness of pain!For all life’s moods go murmuring like stringsIn a low chord, and all things sound all things,Through alternations of the grave and glad:Yet, in the end, all things are grave and sad.I feel all things, but cannot comprehend;And run, laughing and weeping, to the endOf the dear mystery, the fatedrace—And the deep darkness covers up my face.

Joy,and the triumph and the doom of gladnessMake in my breast a music sweet as sadness;Shall I not sing for sorrow, and againCry out, for the sheer joyousness of pain!For all life’s moods go murmuring like stringsIn a low chord, and all things sound all things,Through alternations of the grave and glad:Yet, in the end, all things are grave and sad.I feel all things, but cannot comprehend;And run, laughing and weeping, to the endOf the dear mystery, the fatedrace—And the deep darkness covers up my face.

Joy,and the triumph and the doom of gladnessMake in my breast a music sweet as sadness;Shall I not sing for sorrow, and againCry out, for the sheer joyousness of pain!For all life’s moods go murmuring like stringsIn a low chord, and all things sound all things,Through alternations of the grave and glad:Yet, in the end, all things are grave and sad.I feel all things, but cannot comprehend;And run, laughing and weeping, to the endOf the dear mystery, the fatedrace—And the deep darkness covers up my face.

Joy,and the triumph and the doom of gladness

Make in my breast a music sweet as sadness;

Shall I not sing for sorrow, and again

Cry out, for the sheer joyousness of pain!

For all life’s moods go murmuring like strings

In a low chord, and all things sound all things,

Through alternations of the grave and glad:

Yet, in the end, all things are grave and sad.

I feel all things, but cannot comprehend;

And run, laughing and weeping, to the end

Of the dear mystery, the fatedrace—

And the deep darkness covers up my face.


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