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Rh "Yet surely, O my people, did I deem

Man's justice from the all-just gods was given;

A light that from some upper fount did beam,

Some better archetype, whose seat was heaven;

A light that, shining from the blest abodes,

Did shadow somewhat of the life of gods.

"Mere phantoms of man's self-tormenting heart,

Which on the sweets that woo it dares not feed!

Vain dreams, which quench our pleasures, then depart,

When the duped soul, self-mastered, claims its meed

When, on the strenuous just man, Heaven bestows,

Crown of his struggling life, an unjust close!

"Seems it so light a thing, then, austere powers,

To spurn man's common lure, life's pleasant things?

Seems there no joy in dances crowned with flowers,

Love free to range, and regal banquetings?

Bend ye on these indeed an unmoved eye,

Not gods, but ghosts, in frozen apathy?

"Or is it that some force, too stern, too strong,

Even for yourselves to conquer or beguile,

Bears earth and heaven and men and gods along,

Like the broad volume of the insurgent Nile?

And the great powers we serve, themselves may be

Slaves of a tyrannous necessity?

"Or in mid-heaven, perhaps, your golden cars,

Where earthly voice climbs never, wing their flight

And in wild hunt, through many tracts of stars,

Sweep in the sounding stillness of the night?

Or in deaf ease, on thrones of dazzling sheen,

Drinking deep draughts of joy, ye dwell serene?