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Sagas
of Vaster Britain: Poems of the Race, the Empire and
the Divinity of Man
by
William Wilfred Campbell
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LIFE-SPENT
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OUT
of the strife of conflict,
Out of the nightmare wild,
Thou bringest me, spent and broken,
Like the life of a little
child.
Like
the spume of a far-spent wave,
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Or a wreck cast up from
the sea,
Out from the pride of being
My soul returns to Thee.
Thou,
who only art Master,
Lord of the weak and
the strong,
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Who
makest the kings of earth’s struggles
As the far refrain of
a song.
And Thou teachest me all is as nothing
Save to follow the fate
love willed,
And dree life’s weird to the final port,
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Where the tumult of being
is stilled:
Where
the woe that wrecked me is vanished,
And the pride that stayed
me is gone:
And only the feeling of eventime,
When the toil of the
world is done :—
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O, Master of being and slumber,
When the pageant and pæan
have passed,
Take me where Thy great silence
Is vaster than all that
is vast.
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