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CLXI
THREE ASPECTS
Some showed me Life as 'twere a royal game,
Shining in every colour of the sun,
With prizes to be played for, one by one
Love, riches, fame.
Shining in every colour of the sun,
With prizes to be played for, one by one
Love, riches, fame.
Some showed me Life as 'twere a terrible fight,
A ceaseless striving 'gainst unnumbered foes,
A battle ever harder to the close,
Ending in night.
A ceaseless striving 'gainst unnumbered foes,
A battle ever harder to the close,
Ending in night.
Thou—thou dids't make of Life a vision deep
Of the deep happiness the spirit feels
When heavenly music Heaven itself reveals
And passions sleep.
Of the deep happiness the spirit feels
When heavenly music Heaven itself reveals
And passions sleep.
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