XVII.
OO GOD, it is a terrible thing to dieInto the inextinguishable life;To leave this known world with a feeble cry,All its poor jarring and ignoble strife.O that some shadowy spectre would discloseThe Future, and the soul’s confineless hungerSatisfy with some knowledge of repose!For here the lust of avarice waxeth stronger,Making life hateful; youth alone is true,Full of a glorious self-forgetfulness:Better to die inhabiting the newKingdom of faith and promise, and confess,Even in the agony and last eclipse,Some revelation of the Apocalypse!
OO GOD, it is a terrible thing to dieInto the inextinguishable life;To leave this known world with a feeble cry,All its poor jarring and ignoble strife.O that some shadowy spectre would discloseThe Future, and the soul’s confineless hungerSatisfy with some knowledge of repose!For here the lust of avarice waxeth stronger,Making life hateful; youth alone is true,Full of a glorious self-forgetfulness:Better to die inhabiting the newKingdom of faith and promise, and confess,Even in the agony and last eclipse,Some revelation of the Apocalypse!
OO GOD, it is a terrible thing to dieInto the inextinguishable life;To leave this known world with a feeble cry,All its poor jarring and ignoble strife.O that some shadowy spectre would discloseThe Future, and the soul’s confineless hungerSatisfy with some knowledge of repose!For here the lust of avarice waxeth stronger,Making life hateful; youth alone is true,Full of a glorious self-forgetfulness:Better to die inhabiting the newKingdom of faith and promise, and confess,Even in the agony and last eclipse,Some revelation of the Apocalypse!
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