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For all this seeking for Eternal Life
Is but of self, a longing of the flesh,
To put our lives, and our small petty wants,
Before the cry of suffering Brotherhood.
Let us no longer wear our finite brains
To wonder what we are, and whence we go,
Nor waste our strength in fruitless argument.
The Future lies in God's hands, not in Man's.
Is but of self, a longing of the flesh,
To put our lives, and our small petty wants,
Before the cry of suffering Brotherhood.
Let us no longer wear our finite brains
To wonder what we are, and whence we go,
Nor waste our strength in fruitless argument.
The Future lies in God's hands, not in Man's.
