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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395981" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lux In Tenebris</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When first the Gods, whose Empire is eternal,<br>In Time’s deep chalice poured Life’s sacred wine,<br>Flashed all the crystal cup with fire supernal;<br>Then said they: “Shall the mortal be divine?<br>Shall man usurp the ways the Gods have trod?<br>Who quaffs this cup, himself should be a God!” <br>So tempered they the measure of their giving,<br>And mingled germs of evil with the good;<br>So mixed they death with the fierce fire of living,<br>And anguish with the joy of motherhood;<br>And with the balm of peace a weird unrest,<br>And an unformed desire in every breast. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">So set they discord in the sweetest singing,<br>And a sharp thorn about the fairest rose;<br>And doubt around the cross where faith was clinging,<br>And fear to haunt the regions of repose;<br>And dimmed men’s eyes, so that they should not see,<br>Like Gods, the vistas of futurity. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They coloured failure with hope’s rainbow splendour,<br>And tinged the hour of triumph with regret;<br>Made strength subservient to the weak and tender,<br>And wisdom, folly-caught in beauty’s net;<br>Till unto man life’s wine was bitter-sweet—<br>Betwixt the perfect and the incomplete. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then said the Gods—the Gods who live for ever—<br>“Let us shower gifts upon the soul of man,<br>That he may catch a glimpse of our endeavour,<br>And yet not solve the Universal Plan.<br>For, though Life’s deepest truths be near to find,<br>Man shall behold and see not, being blind!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus, to the blessing of the Gods descending,<br>The universal curse and shadow clung;<br>The mystic evil with the glory blending<br>That mars the aeons since the world was young.<br>For upon all whom the High Gods had blest<br>There fell the quenchless fever of unrest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then rose a ferment and an exaltation,<br>And all men’s souls were thrilled and stirred within.<br>There came a prophet unto every nation<br>To teach new doctrines of the source of sin;<br>And men arose as Gods, and creeds began<br>To preach th’ Eternal Godhead one with man. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever, thro’ all lands, with waves sonorous,<br>Rolled on from age to age the stream of song<br>Which made low valleys sweet with rhythmic chorus,<br>And shook the rock-bound hills with music strong,<br>And flushed and fired men’s souls like fumes of wine—<br>Yet was but human! . . . not a song divine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, lo! thro’ all that seemeth inspiration<br>Enters the curse that blurs created things;<br>Beyond the barriers of our limitation<br>Not ever yet a soul has spread its wings!<br>Nor has been yet, nor ever shall there be,<br>A perfect song—a perfect harmony! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O music of the wind and of the ocean!—<br>O Power that sways the glory of the spheres!<br>O aching hearts that vibrate with emotion!<br>O mystery of Life! O human tears!<br>What light shall lead us thro’ the wilderness<br>From out the Egypt of our bitterness? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Poets, round whose souls, since the beginning,<br>Strange echoes tremble and wild visions throng,<br>Ye all have heard the sweetness of the singing,<br>But no man knows the meaning of the song<br>That lifts our frail souls heavenwards with its strain—<br>Then flings us bleeding to the earth again! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Brothers, my soul has quickened with your gladness.<br>I, too, have sorrowed over human woe.<br>I, too, have felt the terror and the madness<br>That all who seek for truth and light must know.<br>My faint heart falters in the bitter strife—<br>The labyrinths of the mysteries of Life. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What hope—what comfort—in our desolation?<br>What ray to pierce the blackness of our night?<br>To weary hearts, what balm of consolation<br>That earth is finite, heaven is infinite?<br>What tho’ the hand of Faith still points the way—<br>The voice of Reason ever brings delay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay! tho’ Life’s secret be beyond our dreaming,<br>And all the creeds that sway the world untrue,<br>A radiance creeps aslant the shadows gleaming<br>Whose golden arrows pierce the darkness thro’.<br>If all our errors hold one germ of right,<br>The paths that lead to truth are infinite! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Throughout all nature and throughout creation<br>A Power Supreme its manual sign has writ.<br>In pain and stress, thro’ aeons of gradation,<br>Shall the weak soul of man decipher it;<br>For, since the spirit is above the clay,<br>Man shall not know th’ Eternal in a day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, tho’ we know not their immortal places,<br>And tho’ their footsteps are not heard of man,<br>And tho’ with mystery they veil their faces<br>And bid us search the Universal Plan,<br>And tho’ to all there cometh with Life’s breath<br>Suffering, and doubt, and weariness, and death— </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sing Eternal Hope and Strong Endeavour,<br>Truth shining down a myriad aisles of thought;<br>I sing the deathless souls of men, for ever<br>By strange, wild paths to one vast triumph brought.<br>The God in Man—the hunger of the soul—<br>One with the Wisdom that inspires the Whole!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a><div class=q>
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