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WO GÖTTER SIND NICHT ------
“WHEREAS no Gods are, phantasms hold sway”.Thus he who sang of how the Fates did fill
To Wallenstein the cup of good and ill:
And so say I, in this our meaner day,
When all men worshipped once is passed away
Into oblivion and the idol Will
On our Olympus sole abideth still,
The one base God to whom we bend and pray.
Here, where, in darkness indisseverable,
Love, honour, faith are sunken and no light
Is left to guide us 'midst the utter gloom,
Save that of levins hurtling through the night,
The ways of phantasms of coming doom
Are full; our lives the larvæ haunt of hell.
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