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God, if this were enough, / That I see things bare to the buff / And up to the buttocks in mire; / That I ask nor hope nor hire, / Nut in the husk, / Nor dawn beyond the dusk, / Nor life beyond death: / God, if this were faith?
Having felt Thy wind in my face / Spit sorrow and disgrace, / Having seen Thine evil doom / In Golgotha and Khartoum, / And the brutes, the work of Thine hands, / Fill with injustice lands / And stain with blood the sea: / If still in my veins the glee / Of the black night and the sun / And the lost battle, run: / If, an adept, / The iniquitous lists I still accept / With joy, and joy to endure and be withstood, / And still to battle and perish for a dream of good: / God, if that were enough?