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doomed To what he execrates and writhes to shun; - When fire has passed him vapour to the sun, And sun relumed, XXXVIII Then shall the horrid pall Be lifted, and a spirit nigh divine, 'Live in thy offspring as I live in mine,' Will hear her call. XXXIX Whence looks he on a land Whereon his labour is a carven page; And forth from heritage to heritage Nought writ on sand. XL His fables of the Above, And his gapped readings of the crown and sword, The hell detested and the heaven adored, The hate, the love, XLI The bright wing, the black hoof, He shall peruse, from Reason not disjoined, And never unfaith clamouring to be coined To faith by proof. XLII She her just Lord may view, Not he, her creature, till his soul has yearned With all her gifts to reach the light discerned Her spirit through. XLIIII Then in him time shall run As in the hour that to young sunlight crows; And--'If thou hast good faith it can repose,' She tells her son. XLIV Meanwhile on him, her chief Expression, her great word of life, looks she; Twi-minded of him, as the waxing tree, Or dated leaf. A BALLAD OF FAIR LADIES IN REVOLT I See the sweet women, friend, that lean beneath The ever-falling fountain of green leaves Round the white bending stem, and like a wreath Of our most blushful flower shine trembling through, To teach philosophers the thirst of thieves: Is one for me? is one for you? II - Fair sirs, we give you welcome, yield you place, And you shall choose among us which you will, Without the idle pastime of the chase, If to this treaty you can well agree: To wed our cause, and its high task fulfil. He who's for us, for him are we! III - Most gracious ladies, nigh when light has birth, A troop of maids, brown as burnt heather-bells, And rich with life as moss-roots breathe of earth In the first plucking of them, past us flew To labour, singing rustic ritornells: Had they a cause? are they of you? IV - Sirs, they are as unthinking armies are To thoughtful leaders, and our cause is theirs. When they know men they know the state of war: But now the
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