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Shall I say more, to see thee rage again?

Oh, take thy fill of speech: ’twill all be vain.

Thou livest with those near to thee in shame

Most deadly, seeing not thyself nor them.

Thou think’st ’twill help thee, thus to speak and speak?

Surely, until the strength of Truth be weak.

’Tis weak to none save thee. Thou hast no part

In truth, thou blind man, blind eyes, ears and heart.

More blind, more sad thy words of scorn, which none

Who hears but shall cast back on thee: soon, soon.

Thou spawn of Night, not I nor any free

And seeing man would hurt a thing like thee.

God is enough.—’Tis not my doom to fall

By thee. He knows and shall accomplish all.