Souls that Lack Determination

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Souls that lack determination
 Rouse my wrath to white-hot flame!
All their glory's but vexation,
 All their praise but self-contempt and shame!

Since I baffle their advances.
 Will not clutch their leading-string.
They would wither me with glances
 Bitter-sweet, with hopeless envy sting.

Let them with fell curses shiver.
 Curl their lip the livelong day!
Seek me as they will, forever
 Helplessly their eyes shall go astray!