Oracle, An
Trembling weakly beneath the burden of worthily living,
Came to the angel of Fate a struggling soul, where, sphinx-like,
Solemn, the angel sat, regarding the past and the future.
Wearily murmured the soul: " Dost see my burden, O angel?
Bowed 'neath the weight of despair, behold how I stagger and stumble;
How shall I lighten my load? " — " By love, " the angel made answer.
" Loving is all my pain, " the soul sighed out; " 'tis the anguish,
Sorrow of others I bear. And what shall I add to this living
To lighten so grievous a load? " — " More love, " the angel made answer.
Came to the angel of Fate a struggling soul, where, sphinx-like,
Solemn, the angel sat, regarding the past and the future.
Wearily murmured the soul: " Dost see my burden, O angel?
Bowed 'neath the weight of despair, behold how I stagger and stumble;
How shall I lighten my load? " — " By love, " the angel made answer.
" Loving is all my pain, " the soul sighed out; " 'tis the anguish,
Sorrow of others I bear. And what shall I add to this living
To lighten so grievous a load? " — " More love, " the angel made answer.
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