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(3) THE COMPROMISE.
Not mine to reconcile
The seeming paradox, not mine to choose
Between the pure and high—to reign; or lose
The kingdom for a while
The seeming paradox, not mine to choose
Between the pure and high—to reign; or lose
The kingdom for a while
For that thin crown that hangs
Above the starry silence, oh, meseems
Too faint and delicate for aught but dreams!
Yet whence these envious pangs?
Above the starry silence, oh, meseems
Too faint and delicate for aught but dreams!
Yet whence these envious pangs?
The sceptre or the rod?
This most I dread: to hear the pleading call
And falter: grasp and hesitate: to fall
Between myself and God.
This most I dread: to hear the pleading call
And falter: grasp and hesitate: to fall
Between myself and God.
Lambeth, 1892.
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