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VII. BEYOND THE YEARS!
Beyond the years there lies a compensation
For all this heaped-up mountainous pile of woe,
This Alpine elevation of the snow
Of sorrow, this most piteous tribulation,—
These oceans filled at founts of women's tears;
For all, I tell you, waiteth compensation
Beyond the years!
For all this heaped-up mountainous pile of woe,
This Alpine elevation of the snow
Of sorrow, this most piteous tribulation,—
These oceans filled at founts of women's tears;
For all, I tell you, waiteth compensation
Beyond the years!
For all the agony, and heart-sick groaning,
And agitation of uplifted hands
That seek to pull God down from where He stands
And force His silent eyes to see the moaning,
To listen to the heaving of the lands,
There waiteth somewhere, somehow, compensation;
A flower expands
And agitation of uplifted hands
That seek to pull God down from where He stands
And force His silent eyes to see the moaning,
To listen to the heaving of the lands,
There waiteth somewhere, somehow, compensation;
A flower expands
Of hope that beckoneth weary footsteps forward
Towards a possibility of life,
A possible cessation of the strife,
A possible approach of earth's ship shoreward:
As watcheth for a husband's step a wife,
Our eyes are strained towards this compensation
For ceaseless planetary tribulation,
This cutting of the cord of our damnation
With keen-edged knife.
Towards a possibility of life,
A possible cessation of the strife,
A possible approach of earth's ship shoreward:
As watcheth for a husband's step a wife,
Our eyes are strained towards this compensation
For ceaseless planetary tribulation,
This cutting of the cord of our damnation
With keen-edged knife.
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