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| XXIX. | XXIX. TIMELESS WOE
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XXIX. TIMELESS WOE
If thou shouldst ever sin, O flower of mine,And mar the whiteness that I worship so,
Great tides of sorrow would throughout me flow;
Yea, I should marvel at that deed of thine
As at some solemn desecrated shrine
Where once the steps of pilgrims used to go.
Thy fall would work me such exceeding woe
That in one giant glimpse I should divine
With an unearthly horror past all speech
The giant agony that drew God down
And made him sternly cast aside his crown
The sin and suffering of the earth to reach.
God help me then,—for then I might impeach
God's justice, and Love's whole long toil disown!
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