The Book Of Fate Flashcards
(26 cards)
All walks inarmed
by its own opposites,
Error is the comrade
of our mortal thought
And falsehood lurks
in the deep bosom of truth,
Sin poisons with its
vivid flowers of joy
Or leaves a red scar
burnt across the soul;
Virtue is a grey bondage
and a gaol.
At every step
is laid for us a snare.
Alien to reason
and the spirit’s light,
Our fount of action
from a darkness wells;
In ignorance and nescience
are our roots.
A growing register
of calamities
Is the past’s account,
the future’s book of Fate:
The centuries pile man’s follies
and man’s crimes
Upon the countless crowd
of Nature’s ills;
As if the world’s stone load
was not enough,
A crop of miseries
obstinately is sown
By his own hand
in the furrows of the gods,
The vast increasing magic
harvest reaped
From old misdeeds
buried by oblivious Time.
He walks by his own choice
into Hell’s trap;
This mortal creature
is his own worst foe.
His science
is an artificer of doom;
He ransacks earth
for means to harm his kind;
He slays his happiness
and others’ good.
