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SONNET II
“MAN IS NOT MOCKED”
“God is not mocked!”—Nor is the fiery heart
Of man mocked either. Man can love as well.
Man too can face the iron winds of hell
And face the fires of hell, and do his part.
Along the soul of man vast love-throbs dart,
And through man's soul the great love-surges swell;
And man can climb barefoot the lonely fell
And reach the summits whence the thunders start.
Of man mocked either. Man can love as well.
Man too can face the iron winds of hell
And face the fires of hell, and do his part.
Along the soul of man vast love-throbs dart,
And through man's soul the great love-surges swell;
And man can climb barefoot the lonely fell
And reach the summits whence the thunders start.
I stood where billows upon billows rocked
And where the fountains of strong love began
And where the arrows of red lightnings flocked
Innumerable. Strange lips blood-flecked and wan
Thundered above that storm, “God is not mocked,—
Nor is the stormy faithful heart of man.”
And where the fountains of strong love began
And where the arrows of red lightnings flocked
Innumerable. Strange lips blood-flecked and wan
Thundered above that storm, “God is not mocked,—
Nor is the stormy faithful heart of man.”
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