Show the mystery this Is your cup the cup assigned to yon from the beg nning nay my ch id I 1 know how much 0 afat dark drink Is your own brew of fau t and passion ages long ago in the deep years of yesterday I 1 knew this Is your road a painful road and drear I 1 made the stones that never give you rest I 1 set your friend in pleasant ways and clear and he shall come 1 ke you unto my breast but you my weary child must travel here this Is your task it has no joy nor grace put Is not meant for any other hand and in my universe hath measured place take it I 1 do not bid you understand 1 I 1 bid you close your efesto see my face mcclure s magazine |