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The book of the dead | ||
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[LIV. Why sorrow for the hopeless past]
Why sorrow for the hopeless past,
Or strive again to re-create
That shattered mould, in which were cast
The hardened features of our fate?
Or strive again to re-create
That shattered mould, in which were cast
The hardened features of our fate?
I know not; but my soul rebels
Against the tyranny of time,
Fights inch by inch, and dearly sells
The freedom of her native clime.
Against the tyranny of time,
Fights inch by inch, and dearly sells
The freedom of her native clime.
Chained, scourged, oppressed and overthrown,
Defiance fires her quenchless breath;
She spurns the conqueror on his throne,
And dares him to the test of death.
Defiance fires her quenchless breath;
She spurns the conqueror on his throne,
And dares him to the test of death.
She will not yield the past as gone;
She stretches back her yearning eyes;
She counts her memories one by one,
And calls them all realities.
She stretches back her yearning eyes;
She counts her memories one by one,
And calls them all realities.
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Beyond the gulfs of death expand
Great visions, and she forward springs;
Yet will not loose her clinging hand
From its fast hold on earthly things.
Great visions, and she forward springs;
Yet will not loose her clinging hand
From its fast hold on earthly things.
Time cowers before her dauntless tread;
She sweeps into eternity,
With her immortal wings outspread,
Trailing her whole grand history.
She sweeps into eternity,
With her immortal wings outspread,
Trailing her whole grand history.
The book of the dead | ||