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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358449" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>De Profundis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come let us curse our Master ere we die,<br>For all our hopes in endless ruin lie.<br>The good is dead. Let us curse God most High.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four thousand years of toil and hope and thought<br>Wherein man laboured upward and still wrought<br>New worlds and better, Thou hast made as naught.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We built us joyful cities, strong and fair,<br>Knowledge we sought and gathered wisdom rare.<br>And all this time you laughed upon our care,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And suddenly the earth grew black with wrong,<br>Our hope was crushed and silenced was our song,<br>The heaven grew loud with weeping. Thou art strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come then and curse the Lord. Over the earth<br>Gross darkness falls, and evil was our birth<br>And our few happy days of little worth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even if it be not all a dream in vain<br>—The ancient hope that still will rise again—<br>Of a just God that cares for earthly pain,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet far away beyond our labouring night,<br>He wanders in the depths of endless light,<br>Singing alone his musics of delight;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only the far, spent echo of his song<br>Our dungeons and deep cells can smite along,<br>And Thou art nearer. Thou art very strong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O universal strength, I know it well,<br>It is but froth of folly to rebel;<br>For thou art Lord and hast the keys of Hell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet I will not bow down to thee nor love thee,<br>For looking in my own heart I can prove thee,<br>And know this frail, bruised being is above thee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our love, our hope, our thirsting for the right,<br>Our mercy and long seeking of the light,<br>Shall we change these for thy relentless might?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Laugh then and slay. Shatter all things of worth,<br>Heap torment still on torment for thy mirth—<br>Thou art not Lord while there are Men on earth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clive+Staples+Lewis">Clive Staples Lewis</a><div class=q>
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For all our hopes in endless ruin lie.
The good is dead. Let us curse God most High.

Four thousand years of toil and hope and thought
Wherein man laboured upward and still wrought
New worlds and better, Th..."></div>
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