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The
sun arose near Paderborn
In a mood of melancholy.
His task indeed is a tiresome one—
To light a world of folly.
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For
when he has lit the one half up
And is hasting to let his.light fall
On the other half, already the first
Is darkening down to nightfall.
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Sisyphus'
stone keeps rolling back;
The Danaïds' leaky vessel
Will never be full, and the sun in vain
With the dark will always wrestle.
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And
lo ! as the early mist dissolved,
And the morning red flamed o'er me,
The form of the Man who was crucified
Appeared on the path before me.
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The
sight of you always makes me sad,
Unhappy kinsman and dreamer!
Poor fool, who wanted to save the world
And be mankind's Redeemer!
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O
evilly they entreated you,
Those mighty lords of Jewry!
But why did you speak of Church and State
So regardless of their fury!
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Alas!
that the art of printing books
To the world had not been given!
If it had, in a book you had only to air
Your views on the things of heaven.
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A
censor would then have excised any blame
Of our earth, and avoided friction.
Yes, a careful and loving censorship
Would have saved you from crucifixion.
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Had
you preached but your Sermon on the Mount
From a text of a different bias!
You had genius and talent enough to know
That one ought to spare the pious!
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From
the Temple with whips you even chased
The bankers and money-changers.
And now, poor dreamer! you hang on the cross,
A warning from all such dangers.
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