It has been told and shall be told again
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It has been told and shall be told again
How Night and Day visit the souls of men;
How lissom fiends out of their lusts arise
Till hopeless hell emerges in their eyes;
And how in those dominions of despair
World-ravening ghosts make masques of gloom and glare.
But O, more strange, — and who shall say how strong? —
Those imageries of peace which men behold
Through inmost prayer in world-encircling white . . .
And who shall say to which we most belong,
In whom the incongruous elements unfold
Legions of darkness lost and found in light?
It has been told and shall be told again
How Night and Day visit the souls of men;
How lissom fiends out of their lusts arise
Till hopeless hell emerges in their eyes;
And how in those dominions of despair
World-ravening ghosts make masques of gloom and glare.
But O, more strange, — and who shall say how strong? —
Those imageries of peace which men behold
Through inmost prayer in world-encircling white . . .
And who shall say to which we most belong,
In whom the incongruous elements unfold
Legions of darkness lost and found in light?
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