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letra de to find the western path - george dyson

to find the western path
right thro’ the gates of wrath
i urge my way;
sweet mercy leads me on
with soft repentant moan:
i see the break of day

the war of swords and spears
melted by dewy tears
exhales on high;
the sun is freed from fears
and with soft grateful tears
ascends the sky

the one remains, the many change and pass;
heaven’s light forever shines, earth’s shadows fly;
life, like a dome of many-coloured glass
stains the white radiance of eternity
until death tramples it to fragments. — die
if thou wouldst be with those which thou dost seek!
follow where all is fled! —
why linger, why turn back, why shrink, my heart?

that light whose smile kindles the universe
that beauty which birth can quench not
that sustaining love, now beams on me
consuming the last clouds of cold mortality
the breath whose might i have invoked in song
descends on me; my spirit’s bark is driven
far from the shore, far from the trembling throng
whose sails were never to the tempest given;
the massy earth and spherèd skies are riven!
i am borne darkly, fearfully, afar;
whilst burning through the inmost veil of heaven
a star
beacons from the abode where the eternal are

love, from its awful throne of patient power
in the wise heart, from the last giddy hour
of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep
and narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs
and folds over the world its healing wings

gentleness, virtue, wisdom, and endurance
these are the seals of that most firm assurance
which bars the pit over destruction’s strength;
these are the spells by which to assume
an empire o’er the disentangled doom

to suffer woes which hope thinks infinite;
to forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
to defy power, which seems omnipotent;
to love, and bear; to hope till hope creates
from its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
this is to be
good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
this is alone life, joy, empire, and victory
holy is the true light, and passing wonderful, lending radiance to them that endured in the heat of conflict, from christ they inherit a home of unfading splendour, wherein they rejoice with
gladness forevermore

- george dyson

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