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THE HOUR-GLASS
Second Pupil
How strange he is.
Wise Man
The angel that stood there upon that spot,
Said that my soul was lost unless I found out
One that believed.
Fourth Pupil
Cease mocking at me, Master,
For I am certain that there is no God
Nor immortality, and they that said it
Made a fantastic tale from a starved dream
To plague our hearts. Will that content you, Master?
Wise Man
The giddy glass is emptier every moment,
And you stand there, debating, laughing and wrangling.
