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Aceldama
Aceldama (1898), PDF p. 16
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IX.
This was a dream—and how may I attain ?
How make myself a worthy acolyte ?
How from my body shall my soul take flight,
Being constrained in this devouring chain
Of selfishness ? How purge the spirit quite
Of gross desires
That eat into the heart with their corrupting fires ?
X.
Old Buddh gave command ; Jehovah spake ;
Strange distant gods that are not dead to-day
Added their voices ; Heaven’s desart way
Man wins not but by sorrow—let him break
The golden image with the feet of clay !
Let him despise
That earthen vessel which the potter marred—and rise !
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