“My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.
“They change the night into day: the light is short because of darkness.
“If I wait, the grave is mine house; I have made my bed in the darkness.
“I have said to corruption, Thou art my father: to the worm, Thou art my mother and my sister.
“And where is now my hope? As for my hope, who shall see it?
“They shall go down to the base of the pit where our rest together is in the dust.”
[XXXIII
THE CONCLUSION OF THE MATTER]
| The vision of Christ that thou dost seeIs my vision’s greatest enemy.Thine has a great hook nose like thineMine has a snub nose like to mine. | ||
| THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL. | ||
TWELVE middle-class Englishmen and an official sat in inquest on the body of Frederic. They gazed shyly and uninterestedly upon it and then heard the evidence to the effect that he was most happily married and was without financial worry of any kind. . . . The verdict, in view of the fact that the revolver was in the deceased’s overcoat pocket, was one of death by misadventure.