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All life is voyaging, all life in motion, Moon, stars, and creatures of air and ocean. |
To you the champion, the lord of battle, Bright angels offer their swords’ devotion— |
But of that blindness, that caravan spirit! Of your own greatness you have no notion. |
How long this bondage to darkness? Choose now: A prince’s scepter,—a hermit’s potion. |
I know our priesthood, how faint in action, In sermons pouring a languid lotion. |
Translated by: V.G. Kiernan |