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SPES CRUDELIOR.
EXCEPT for hope, our lives at peace might be.Worst gift of the sardonic Gods to men,
That of the Nine Beatitudes mak'st ten,
For that of all creation blest is he
Who nought expects, we should not, but for thee,
NOW possible neglect for hopeless THEN;
We should not wallow in the worldly fen,
When with desire despair off-cast might we.
Excepting thou into the fruitless fight
Urgedst us back, we long aside had laid
The hopeless stress toward the mocking light,
That still, the more we follow, more doth fade,
And an eternal harbour for the spright
In Resignation's sanctuaries had made.
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