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FREE WILL
Dear are some hidden things
My soul has sealed in silence; past delights;
Hope unconfessed; desires with hampered wings,
Remembered in the nights.
My soul has sealed in silence; past delights;
Hope unconfessed; desires with hampered wings,
Remembered in the nights.
But my best treasures are
Ignoble, undelightful, abject, cold;
Yet O! profounder hoards oracular
No reliquaries hold.
Ignoble, undelightful, abject, cold;
Yet O! profounder hoards oracular
No reliquaries hold.
There lie my trespasses,
Abjured but not disowned. I'll not accuse
Determinism, nor, as the Master says,
Charge even “the poor Deuce.”
Abjured but not disowned. I'll not accuse
Determinism, nor, as the Master says,
Charge even “the poor Deuce.”
Under my hand they lie,
My very own, my proved iniquities;
And though the glory of my life go by
I hold and garner these.
My very own, my proved iniquities;
And though the glory of my life go by
I hold and garner these.
How else, how otherwhere,
How otherwise, shall I discern and grope
For lowliness? How hate, how love, how dare
How weep, how hope?
How otherwise, shall I discern and grope
For lowliness? How hate, how love, how dare
How weep, how hope?
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