Songs of Travel by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Prepared and placed the impediment.
Let him diviner vengeance take - Give me to sleep, give me to wake Girded and shod, and bid me play The hero in the coming day! XXV - IF THIS WERE FAITH GOD, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; That I ask nor hope nor hire, Nut in the husk, Nor dawn beyond the dusk, Nor life beyond death: God, if this were faith? Having felt thy wind in my face Spit sorrow and disgrace, Having seen thine evil doom In Golgotha and Khartoum, And the brutes, the work of thine hands, Fill with injustice lands And stain with blood the sea: If still in my veins the glee Of the black night and the sun And the lost battle, run: |
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