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English
1708
LVIII. Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And who with Eden didst devise the Snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blacken'd, Man's Forgiveness give  and take! O THOU WHO MAN OF BASER EARTH DIDST MAKE AND WHO WITH EDEN DIDST DEVISE THE SNAKE FOR ALL THE SIN WHEREWITH THE FACE OF MAN IS BLACKENED MAN'S FORGIVENESS GIVE AND TAKE
The Sky, Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die, Lift not thy hands to IT for help--for It Rolls impotently on as Thou or I. LIII. With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man's knead, And then of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed: Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read. LIV. I tell Thee this--When, starting from the Goal, Over the shoulders of the flaming Foal Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung, In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul LV. The Vine had struck a Fibre; which about It clings my Being--let the Sufi flout; Of my Base Metal may be filed a Key, That shall unlock the Door he howls without. LVI. And this I know: whether the one True Light, Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught Better than in the Temple lost outright. LVII. Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin Beset the Road I was to wander in, Thou wilt not with Predestination round Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin? LL THY TEARS WASH OUT A WORD OF IT AND THAT INVERTED BULL WE CALL THE SKY WHERE UNDER CRAWLING COOPED WE LIVE AND DIE LIFT NOT THY HANDS TO IT FOR HELP FOR IT ROSE IMPOTENTLY ON AS THOU OR I WITH EARTH'S FIRST CLAY THEY DID THE LAST MAN'S NEED AND THEN OF THE LAST HARVEST SOWED THE SEED YEA THE FIRST MORNING CREATION WROTE WHAT THE LAST DAWN OF RECKONING SHALL READ I TELL THEE THIS WHEN STARTING FROM THE GOAL OVER THE SHOULDER OF THIS FLAMING FOLD OF HEAVEN PARWIN AND NOSTRO THEY FLUNG IN MY PREDESTINED PLOT OF DUST AND SOUL THINE HAD STRUCK A FIBRE WHICH ABOUT IT CLINGS MY BEING LET THE SOUFIE FLOUT OF MY BASE METAL MAY BE FILED A KEY THAT SHALL UNLOCK THE DOOR HE HELS WITHOUT AND THIS I KNOW WHETHER THE ONE TRUE LIGHT KINDLED TO LOVE OR WRATH CONSUME ME QUITE ONE GLIMPSE OF IT WITHIN THE TAVERN CUT BETTER THAN IN THE TEMPLE LOST OUTRIGHT O THOU DIDST WITH PITFALL AND WITH GIN BESET THE ROAD I WAS TO WANDER IN THOU WILT NOT WITH PREDESTINATION ROUND ENMESH ME AND IMPUTE MY FALL TO SIN
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