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FIAT JUSTITIA.
FIAT JUSTITIA.
ES, all is ended now, for I have weighed thee,—Weighed the light love that has been held so dear,—
Weighed word and look and smile, that have betrayed thee,
The careless grace that was not worth a tear.
Holding these scales, I marvel at the anguish
For thing so slight that long my heart has torn,—
For God's great sun the prisoner's eyes might languish,
Not for a torch by some chance passer borne.
For thing so slight that long my heart has torn,—
For God's great sun the prisoner's eyes might languish,
Not for a torch by some chance passer borne.
I do not blame thee for thy heedless playing
On the strong chords whose answer was so full,—
Do children care, through daisied meadows straying,
What hap befalls the blossoms that they pull?
On the strong chords whose answer was so full,—
Do children care, through daisied meadows straying,
What hap befalls the blossoms that they pull?
