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Latter-Day Psalms
APOLLO
Poet, whose song is the universe! Creator, who hast made the world as the expression of thine art!
Thou hast taken stars and space to be thy language. Life and death is the music of thy lyre.
From the hearts of men thou strikest thy rich chords. Thou soundest a melody out of each man's life.
Thy work is terrible and fair, for thou hast no aim but beauty.
Thou hast set joy to shine forth against sorrow, as the blue sky in the midst of the storm.
Thou carest not for the happines of men. For beauty only hast thou care.
Thou wilt not make sorrow to cease, for tragedy is beautiful.
Therefore are hearts broken, even to fulfil thy harmony.
Therefore are souls degraded into the pit. Yea, even souls are destroyed.
Thou hast taken stars and space to be thy language. Life and death is the music of thy lyre.
From the hearts of men thou strikest thy rich chords. Thou soundest a melody out of each man's life.
Thy work is terrible and fair, for thou hast no aim but beauty.
Thou hast set joy to shine forth against sorrow, as the blue sky in the midst of the storm.
Thou carest not for the happines of men. For beauty only hast thou care.
Thou wilt not make sorrow to cease, for tragedy is beautiful.
Therefore are hearts broken, even to fulfil thy harmony.
Therefore are souls degraded into the pit. Yea, even souls are destroyed.
