THE SEVEN SEALS
(OR THE SONG OF YEA AND AMEN) I
" If I am a fortuneteller and full of that foretelling spirit that wandereth on a high mountain ridge between two seas,
3That wandereth between what is past and what is to come, as a heavy cloud, an enemy unto sultry low lands and all that is weary and can neither die nor live
Ready for the lightning in the dark bosom, and for the redeeming beam of light, charged with lightnings, that say Yea ! that laugh Yea ! ready for foretelling lightnings
(But blessed is he who is thus charged ! And, verily, a long time must he hang as a heavy thunder- storm on the mountain, he who shall one day kindle the light of the future !)
Oh ! how could I fail to be eager for eternity, and for the marriage ring of rings, the ring of recurrence ?
Never yet have I found the woman by whom I should have liked to have children, unless it be this woman I love. For I love thee, O Eternity !
For I love thee, O Eternity !
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