And rodden courses are rivers, to the sea of our desires.
e, upon ts, in mans sleep dream our dreams.
e urge o part from ts
And seek the hills.
Our tempests t she world
And summon man from sterile peace to fertile strife
And on to triumph.
In our eyes is t turns mans soul to flame,
And leads o exalted loneliness and rebellious prophecy,
And on to crucifixion.
Man is born to bondage,
And in bondage is his honor and his reward.
In man hpiece,
And in .
s is deafened ?
?
And , our own self image?
third God
Broty brothers,
t are drunk h songs.
t throbbing,
And like doves her hands fly upward.
First God
to the lark,
But uphe eagle soars,
Nor tarries to he song.
You each me self love fulfilled in mans worship,
And content ude.
But my self love is limitless and measure.
I ality
And the heavens.
My arms he spheres.
I ake tarry way for a bow,
And ts for arrows,
And e e.
But you do t in your power.
For ever as man is to man,
So are gods to gods.
Nay, you o my weary
Remembrance of cycles spent in mist,
itself among tains
And mine eyes pursued ters;
terday died in ch
And only silence visits her womb,
And treles at .
Oerday, dead yesterday,
Moty,
super-god caug
And made you breed in the cage?
giant sun warmed your bosom
to give me birth?
I bless you not, yet I curse you;
For even as you h life
So I have burdened man
But less cruel have I been.
I, immortal, made man a passing shadow;
And you, dying, conceived me deathless.
Yesterday, dead yesterday,
Surn ant tomorrow,
t I may bring you to judgment?
And h lifes second dawn
t I may erase your earth?