A Certain sort of bravery
Last as first the question rings
Of the Will's long travailings;
Why the All-mover,
Why the All-prover
Ever urges on and measures out the chordless chime of Things.
As we deem,
As in dream,
Apprehending not how fare the sentient subjects of Its scheme.
Nay; — shall not Its blindness break?
Yea, must not Its heart awake,
To Its mending
In a genial germing purpose, and for loving-kindness' sake?
Should It never
Curb or cure
Whom It quickens, let them darkle to extinction swift and sure.
But — a stirring thrills the air
Like to sounds of joyance there
That the rages
Of the ages
Shall be cancelled, and deliverance offered from the darts that were,
Consciousness the Will informing, till It fashion all things fair!
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