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Live: and again thou hast said, Yield up your breath,
And with thy right hand laid upon us death.
Thou hast sent us sleep, and stricken sleep with dreams,
⁠Saying, Joy is not, but love of joy shall be;
Thou hast made sweet springs for all the pleasant streams,
⁠In the end thou hast made them bitter with the sea.
Thou hast fed one rose with dust of many men;
⁠Thou hast marred one face with fire of many tears;
Thou hast taken love, and given us sorrow again;
⁠With pain thou hast filled us full to the eyes and ears.
Therefore because thou art strong, our father, and we
⁠Feeble; and thou art against us, and thine hand
Constrains us in the shallows of the sea
⁠And breaks us at the limits of the land;
Because thou hast bent thy lightnings as a bow,
⁠And loosed the hours like arrows; and let fall
Sins and wild words and many a wingèd woe
⁠And wars among us, and one end of all;
Because thou hast made the thunder, and thy feet
⁠Are as a rushing water when the skies
Break, but thy face as an exceeding heat
⁠And flames of fire the eyelids of thine eyes;
Because thou art over all who are over us;
⁠Because thy name is life and our name death;
Because thou art cruel and men are piteous,
⁠And our hands labour and thine hand scattereth;