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160 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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"Yet why give thought to the gods? Has Pan led
your brutes where they stumble ? Has Wotan put hands to your plow or Dana numbed
pain of the child-bed ?
" What matter your foolish reply, O man standing
lone and bowed earthward. Your task it is a day near its close. Give thanks to
the night-giving God."
Slowly the darkness falls, the broken lands blend with
the savage, The brute-tamer stands by the brutes, by a head's
breadth only above them !
A head's breadth, ay, but therein is Hell's depth and
the height up to Heaven, And the thrones of the gods, and their halls and their
chariots, purples and splendours. |
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