<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391999" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>By Reason Of Thy Law</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here I make oath--<br>Although the heart that knows its bitterness<br>Hear loath,<br>And credit less--<br>That he who kens to meet Pain's kisses fierce<br>Which hiss against his tears,<br>Dread, loss, nor love frustrate,<br>Nor all iniquity of the froward years<br>Shall his inur-ed wing make idly bate,<br>Nor of the appointed quarry his staunch sight<br>To lose observance quite;<br>Seal from half-sad and all-elate<br>Sagacious eyes<br>Ultimate Paradise;<br>Nor shake his certitude of haughty fate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pacing the burning shares of many dooms,<br>I with stern tread do the clear-witting stars<br>To judgment cite,<br>If I have borne aright<br>The proving of their pure-willed ordeal.<br>From food of all delight<br>The heavenly Falconer my heart debars,<br>And tames with fearful glooms<br>The haggard to His call;<br>Yet sometimes comes a hand, sometimes a voice withal,<br>And she sits meek now, and expects the light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this Avernian sky,<br>This sultry and incumbent canopy<br>Of dull and doomed regret;<br>Where on the unseen verges yet, O yet,<br>At intervals,<br>Trembles, and falls,<br>Faint lightning of remembered transient sweet--<br>Ah, far too sweet<br>But to be sweet a little, a little sweet, and fleet;<br>Leaving this pallid trace,<br>This loitering and most fitful light a space,<br>Still some sad space,<br>For Grief to see her own poor face:-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here where I keep my stand<br>With all o'er-anguished feet,<br>And no live comfort near on any hand;<br>Lo, I proclaim the unavoided term,<br>When this morass of tears, then drained and firm,<br>Shall be a land--<br>Unshaken I affirm--<br>Where seven-quired psalterings meet;<br>And all the gods move with calm hand in hand,<br>And eyes that know not trouble and the worm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Thompson">Francis Thompson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391999" data-title="By Reason Of Thy Law de Francis Thompson" data-description="Here I make oath-- Although the heart that knows its bitterness Hear loath, And credit less-- That he who kens to meet Pain's kisses fierce Which hiss against his tears, Dread, loss, nor love frustrate, Nor all iniquity of the froward years Shall ..."></div> </div> </div>

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