Hymns and Poems Original and Translated: By Edward Caswall ... Second Edition |
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XXXI. LINES WRITTEN IN MOMENTARY DISGUST WITH METAPHYSICS.
O, vain attempt!
For us, poor offspring of primeval sin,
To trace within our soul,
Of its ideas the fontal origin!
For us, poor offspring of primeval sin,
To trace within our soul,
Of its ideas the fontal origin!
What! know ye not,
O ye all-wise philosophers of earth,
How radical a wound
Of ignorance infests us from our birth?
O ye all-wise philosophers of earth,
How radical a wound
Of ignorance infests us from our birth?
How shorn of grace
This human nature lost in darkness lies!
With scarce a memory left
Of what it was in earlier Paradise!
This human nature lost in darkness lies!
With scarce a memory left
Of what it was in earlier Paradise!
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Whence to itself
It must for ever an enigma be;
A dim chaotic thing
Degraded from its first integrity.
It must for ever an enigma be;
A dim chaotic thing
Degraded from its first integrity.
O Lord, to thee
I lift aloft my supplicating cry;
Teach me my true estate,
To feel how frail, how null, how nought am I!
I lift aloft my supplicating cry;
Teach me my true estate,
To feel how frail, how null, how nought am I!
Teach me by grace
Duly my nature's misery to scan;
To look in all to Thee
Who art my All, and know myself a man.
Duly my nature's misery to scan;
To look in all to Thee
Who art my All, and know myself a man.
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