J. S. Machar
And the spiral spreads
Through space without bounds,
Without depth and height,
Without breadth and length,
On into the unknown.
The embittered power
Of afflictions and pains
Impels it onward.
It crumbled souls,
Created gods,
Crushed masses,
Established kings,
Impressed the steel
Into the hands of man
Which he in turn
Plunged into himself;
Led spirits into
Sciences' labyrinth
And to streams of art,
But nowhere to fortune.
Mankind rushes along
The whirling spiral
Through space without bounds,
Without depth and height,
Without breadth and length,
On into the unknown.
Counseling gods,
That gave not fortune,
Overturned thrones,
That gave not fortune,
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