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I THANK my God I ever lived to see the bless d day	A
When the spirit's immortality to me is rendered clear	B
Not by a logic might be made some other tune to play	A
But by a flash of inner light too keen for doubt to bear	C
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Long long can death be death indeed I asked 'mid	A
doubts and fears	D
Long vainly groped in darkness for the jewels I had lost	A
Long listened for an answer to the quest expressed in tears	E
And only found what to the heart a bitterer struggle cost	A
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Oft in the visions of the night I saw their golden locks	F
I kiss'd their eyes as violets sweet when March with	G
boisterous breath	H
The lordly oak itself nay more the lordly steeple rocks	F
And ever as the morn arose I found them fast in death	H
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Then said I if the 'be all' and the 'end all' of this strife	I
Be but to furnish coronals the temples to adorn	J
Of Life's imperious Enemy then death and not for life	I
Should be the boon solicited whene'er a babe is born	J
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Far better man had never been if in a circle he	K
Must travel till the little hour of mortal life is run	L
To find when Life's dark riddle's read he then must cease	M
to be	K
And the end of all his trouble is the end where he begun	L
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To labour in a night on which the sun will never rise	N
To sweat and groan without a hope shall end the bitter	O
curse	P
Save in a dissolution which shall only close our eyes	N
On all we love and cherish all what destiny were	O
worse	P
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Nor worse were e'en the lot of those the Danaides of yore	Q
Condemn'd the hole fill'd tanks to fill from which the waters	R
gushed	A
As fast as they the fluid in poured or could the fluid in pour	Q
And left them only for their pains a heart by anguish	S
crush'd	A
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Not worse to be like Ixion doom'd on a wheel to spin	T
Transfixed on which the victim sad arrived at every round	A
Just where he did the weary dizzy dreary round begin	T
Which he the sore confounded served the deeper to	A
confound	A
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Not worse to be like Sisyphus destined up a high hill	U
With many an effort many a pang still to uproll a rock	V
Which when the goal was all but won despite an iron will	U
Re bounded in a way that made his labours vast a mock	V
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Not worse to be like these for these amid their night of pain	W
Had intervals of hope that would the darkest hour illume	X
But what avails to charm the soul who loves and toils	Y
and then	Z
Learns not a vestige of his ME can pass beyond the tomb	X
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In vain to point the present what can the present yield	A
Except what proves a mock and still the heart with	G
sorrow fills	A2
And without the charm a Future Life affords without a	B2
shield	A
The soul is left to battle with the worst of human ills	A2
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In vain to point the past in vain will not its sheen arise	N
Upon the mind about to be in death's dark cradle rock'd	A
To keener make the thought that when the vital sparklet flies	N
Lock's lies the spirit in the bonds in which the sense is	C2
lock'd	A
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To die and be no more is more than we can think without	A
An effort such as rends the heart or petrifies the man	D2
And when the soul has once began to tread the plain of Doubt	A
The valley of Despair is reached before we halt or can	D2
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Thus felt I till the truth was found by patient labour sought	A
By labour and a spirit framed to brook the world's	E2
harsh scorn	J
When gilded by its sheen a soul was mine with rapture	O
fraught	A
And may be yours who seek aright the truths I sought	A
to learn	F2

Joseph Skipsey

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