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Epilogue

And all their passionate hearts are dust,

And dust the great idea that burned

In various flames of love and lust

Till the world’s brain was turned.

God, moving darkly in men’s brains,

Using their passions as his tool,

Brings freedom with a tyrant’s chains

And wisdom with the fool.

Blindly and bloodily we drift,

Our interests clog our hearts with dreams,

God make my brooding soul a rift

Through which a meaning gleams.