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LAST night, as one who hears a tragic jest, I woke from dreams, half-laughing, half in tears; Methought that I had journeyed in the spheres And stood upon the Planet of the Blest! And found thereon a folk who prayed with zest Exceeding, and through all their painful years, Like strong souls struggled on, ’mid hopes and fears; “Where dwell the gods,” they said, “we shall find rest.” The gods? What gods, I thought, are these who so Inspire their worshippers with faith that flowers Immortal, and who make them keep aglow The flames for ever on their altar-towers? “Where dwell these gods of yours?” I asked—and lo! They pointed upward to this earth of ours! |