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But bolder is the spirit who at this hour
After so many centuries would revive
Despair, to man proclaiming “Thou shalt live
For this life only, like the grass or flower.
Hope, young imagination's fairy dower,
Has passed away for ever! Toil and strive
And love. But one reward the fates can give:
Silence. The rest lies far beyond their power.”
After so many centuries would revive
Despair, to man proclaiming “Thou shalt live
For this life only, like the grass or flower.
Hope, young imagination's fairy dower,
Has passed away for ever! Toil and strive
And love. But one reward the fates can give:
Silence. The rest lies far beyond their power.”
Bold is the spirit who at this century's close
Proclaims: “The star that lighted mankind once
Now trembling towards the godless dark is driven!
Save in man's dreams your Master never rose;
The time has come for ever to renounce
All faith in God, and every hope of heaven.”
Proclaims: “The star that lighted mankind once
Now trembling towards the godless dark is driven!
Save in man's dreams your Master never rose;
The time has come for ever to renounce
All faith in God, and every hope of heaven.”
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