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or into the darkness? Why do I sit through these sickening hours, And hope? Good God! are they hours? OR INTO THE DARKNESS WHY DO I SIT THROUGH THESE SICKENING HOURS IN HOPE GOOD GOD ARE THEY OURS
a moment before were sitting, Were gone; that a screen of something around me Shut them out of my sight. But the gilded Signs of a hundred beers and whiskeys Flashed from the walls above, and the mirrors And glasses behind the bar were lighted In some strange way, and into my spirit A thousand shafts of terrible fire Burned like death, and I fell. The story Of what came then, you know. But tell me, What does the whole thing mean? What are we, -- Slaves of an awful ignorance? puppets Pulled by a fiend? or gods, without knowing it? Do we shut from ourselves our own salvation, -- Or what do we do! I tell you, Dominie, There are times in the lives of us poor devils When heaven and hell get mixed. Though conscience May come like a whisper of Christ to warn us Away from our sins, it is lost or laughed at, -- And then we fall. And for all who have fallen -- Even for him -- I hold no malice, Nor much compassion: a mightier mercy Than mine must shrive him. -- And I -- I am going Into the light? ERE STILL THAT THE WALL LIT TABLES WHERE MEN BUT A MOMENT BEFORE WERE SITTING WERE GONE THAT A SCREEN OF SOMETHING AROUND ME SHUT THEM OUT OF MY SIGHT BUT THE GILDED SIGNS OF A HUNDRED BEERS AND WHISKEYS FLASHED FROM THE WALLS ABOVE AND THE MIRRORS AND GLASSES BEHIND THE BARS WERE LIGHTED IN SOME STRANGE WAY AND INTO MY SPIRIT A THOUSAND SHAFTS OF TERRIBLE FIRE BURNED LIKE DEATH AND I FELL THE STORY OF WHAT CAME THEN YOU KNOW BUT TELL ME WHAT DOES THIS WHOLE THING MEAN WHAT ARE WE SLAVES OF AN AWFUL IGNORANCE PUPPETS PULLED BY A FIEND OUR GODS WITHOUT KNOWING IT DO WE SHED OURSELVES FROM OUR OWN SALVATION OR WHAT DO WE DO I TELL YOU DOMINIE THERE ARE TIMES IN THE LIVES OF US POOR DEVILS WHEN HEAVEN AND HELL GET MIXED THOUGH CONSCIENCE MAY COME LIKE A WHISPER OF CHRIST TO WARN US AWAY FROM OUR SINS IT IS LOST OR LAUGHED AT AND THEN WE FALL AND FOR ALL WHO HAVE FALLEN EVEN FOR HIM I HOLD NO MALICE NO MUCH COMPASSION A MIGHTIER MERCY THAN MINE MUST SHRIVE HIM AND I AM GOING INTO THE LIGHT
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