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Hereafter The roads may meet. . . . I trust in something    I know not what. HEREAFTER THE ROAD MAY MEET I TRUST IN SOMETHING I KNOW NOT WHAT
ten The cradle-scars of a tyrant's visage; No drug to purge from the vital essence Of souls the sleeping venom. Virtue May flower in hell, when its roots are twisted And wound with the roots of vice; but the stronger Never is known till there comes that battle With sin to prove the victor. Perilous Things are these demons we call our passions: Slaves are we of their roving fancies, Fools of their devilish glee. -- You think me, I know, in this maundering way designing To lighten the load of my guilt and cast it Half on the shoulders of God. But hear me! I'm partly a man, -- for all my weakness, -- If weakness it were to stand and murder Before men's eyes the man who had murdered Me, and driven my burning forehead With horns for the world to laugh at. Trust me! And try to believe my words but a portion Of what God's purpose made me! The coward Within me cries for this; and I beg you Now, as I come to the end, to remember That women and men are on earth to travel All on a different road.  HAS YET NO SOVE TO SMOOTH OR SOFTEN THE CRADLE SCARS OF A TYRANT'S VISAGE NO DRUG TO PURGE FROM THE VITAL ESSENCE OF SOULS THE SLEEPING VENOM VIRTUE MAY FLOWER IN HELL WHEN ITS ROOTS ARE TWISTED AND WOUND WITH THE ROOTS OF VICE BUT THE STRONGER NEVER IS KNOWN TO THE COMES THAT BATTLE WITH SIN TO PROVES A VICTOR PERILOUS THINGS ARE THESE DEMONS WE CALL OUR PASSIONS SLAVES ARE WE OF THEIR ROVING FANCIES FOOLS OF THEIR DEVILISH GLEE YOU THINK ME I KNOW IN THIS MAUNDERING WAY DESIGNING TO LIGHTEN THE LOAD OF MY GUILT AND CAST IT HALF ON THE SHOULDERS OF GOD BUT HEAR ME I AM PARTLY A MAN FOR ALL MY WEAKNESSES AND IF WEAKNESS IT WERE TO STAND AND MURDER BEFORE MEN'S EYES THE MAN WHO MURDERED ME AND DRIVEN MY BURNING FOREHEAD WITH HORNS FOR THE WORLD TO LAUGH AT TRUST ME AND TRY TO BELIEVE MY WORDS BUT A PORTION OF WHAT GOD'S PURPOSE MADE ME THE COWARD WITHIN ME CRIES FOR THIS AND I BEG YOU NOW AS I COME TO THE END TO REMEMBER THAT MEN AND WOMEN ARE ON EARTH TO TRAVEL ALL ON A DIFFERENT ROAD
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