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O antique fables beautiful and bright	A
And joyous with the joyous youth of yore	B
O antique fables for a little light	A
Of that which shineth in you evermore	B
To cleanse the dimness from our weary eyes	C
And bathe our old world with a new surprise	C
Of golden dawn entrancing sea and shore	B
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We stagger under the enormous weight	D
Of all the heavy ages piled on us	E
With all their grievous wrongs inveterate	F
And all their disenchantments dolorous	E
And all the monstrous tasks they have bequeathed	G
And we are stifled with the airs they breathed	H
And read in theirs our dooms calamitous	E
	-
Our world is all stript naked of their dreams	E
No deities in sky or sun or moon	I
No nymphs in woods and hills and seas and streams	E
Mere earth and water air and fire their boon	I
No God in all our universe we trace	E
No heaven in the infinitude of space	E
No life beyond death coming not too soon	I
	-
Our souls are stript of their illusions sweet	J
Our hopes at best in some far future years	E
For others not ourselves whose bleeding feet	J
Wander this rocky waste where broken spears	E
And bleaching bones lie scattered on the sand	K
Who know we shall not reach the Promised Land	K
Perhaps a mirage glistening through our tears	E
	-
And if there be this Promised Land indeed	L
Our children's children's children's heritage	M
Oh what a prodigal waste of precious seed	L
Of myriad myriad lives from age to age	N
Of woes and agonies and blank despairs	E
Through countless cycles that some fortunate heirs	E
May enter and conclude the pilgrimage	M
	-
But if it prove a mirage after all	O
Our last illusion leaves us wholly bare	P
To bruise against Fate's adamantine wall	O
Consumed or frozen in the pitiless air	P
In all our world beneath around above	Q
One only refuge solace triumph Love	Q
Sole star of light in infinite black despair	P
	-
Of antique fables beautiful and bright	A
And joyous with the joyous youth of yore	B
O antique fables for a little light	A
Of that which shineth in you evermore	B
To cleanse the dimness from our weary eyes	E
And bathe our old world with a new surprise	E
Of golden dawn entrancing sea and shore	B

James Thomson

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