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THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
HERACLEITUS 
 
Ah !  but some evil things have brooded here 
Over the sleepers.  May it be indeed 
The truth that some strange fate threatens the world ? 
That Art and Love and Beauty, to renew 
Their glory, must be bathed in their own blood ? 
But who shall understand the Soul of Pan ? 
Involved in All and still apart from All ! 
For steeped therein as I am all my life, 
I know but exquisite beatitude, 
Knowing the whole, Then who shall know or care 
What may befall the part ?  One must remain ; 
Many must change.  Then all is well.  The strife 
Is but the ferment of the forward still 
Immune from grief, intolerant of ill, 
Fronting the double foe — of pain and joy — 
With equal eye — in the meantime — 
Dear boy, 
Wake !  Let us revel it the while we may, 
Love dawning ever with the dawning day. 
Wake, brothers, sisters !  It is time to stir. 
The owl, the night-hawk, sad and sinister,