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SUPPLICATION.
Le doute a désolé la terre;
Nous en voyons trop ou trop peu.—
Alfred de Musset.
Nous en voyons trop ou trop peu.—
Alfred de Musset.
O ye whose footfalls break upon our ears
Persistently, as one by one ye rise
From shadow and into shadow pass, with eyes
Of scorn alike for mortal smiles or tears,
Labors and longings, passions, pains and fears
And all the old solemn cry the old world cries,—
Ye years that wander among us pilgrim-wise,
Give answer, O ye inexorable years!
Persistently, as one by one ye rise
From shadow and into shadow pass, with eyes
Of scorn alike for mortal smiles or tears,
Labors and longings, passions, pains and fears
And all the old solemn cry the old world cries,—
Ye years that wander among us pilgrim-wise,
Give answer, O ye inexorable years!
Nay, answer in the agony of our need
Us worn because of many a baffling thing,
(With only enough of faith to make us bleed
More cruelly under doubt's keen dagger-sting)
Who plead you, and whose tired voices while we plead
Are hoarse with immemorial questioning!
Us worn because of many a baffling thing,
(With only enough of faith to make us bleed
More cruelly under doubt's keen dagger-sting)
Who plead you, and whose tired voices while we plead
Are hoarse with immemorial questioning!
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