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Rage not against the Dimming Light
When eve is slowly nearing we may ask:
Is there for us to do another task?
Oh yes, there is! - although the light may dim,
There is still light enough to work for Him.
Old age’s light is so subdued a light,
But shines for God Almighty twice as bright,
By it His glory is yet more increased
When youthful energy and vigor ceased.
Rage not against the eve - friend do not rage
Against promotion to a bigger stage,
Where the Lord critic will not reprimand
The absence of metaphor’s shade and slant.
Beyond the mist you may perhaps hear bells,
That softly ring: ”friend sing now somewhere else”
But practice well your tunes before you bring
Your talents’ fruit before auditioning.
Where critics will not tear and pluck apart
Your lovely song, your masterpiece of art;
The Poet Judge might say: “encore! encore!
I love it so,- please sing forever more.!”
But practice well to sing upon that stage,
In realms that remotest spheres engage,
To carry songs of praise from age to age
Rehearse, prepare, refine, but do not rage.
Meanwhile rage not against the dimming light,
But neither fear the evening nor night,
Much is to do yet, - let the Lord take care!
Be bold, and trusting Him, sing on and dare!
Elizabeth Dandy
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Congradulations! You've just single handedly solved the energy crisis. Dylan Thomas is now spinning in his grave so much that we have been able to harness enough energy to power the entire western world.
Ever hear the phrase "Creativity is hiding your sources"?
Very beautiful piece Ilove it!
Thank you, Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Much like you missed the point in Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night", perhaps I missed the point in this.
Another Christian praising god. Wow. Does your juggling of word placement mean that it's supposed to be somehow more "righteous" or "divine"? I'm sure you believe that god's light shines brightly, however I think you may have been blinded by it.
I guess I can't go to bed tonight, then, because there's ALWAYS more work I can be doing for God, right? Even if it's just praising him and telling him how much I love him? Jesus, how much fucking attention does this self-conscious god need? Doesn't he pay those angels to kiss his ass enough? Now I gotta pull all nighters to tell him the same shit, too? No thanks, I have awesome dreams, like where I'm going around burning bibles and having anal sex with other men.
The only thing that is dandy in this poem is your surname. On that note, I'm going to sleep!
Thank you, Alfred Lord Tennyson.
Much like you missed the point in Dylan Thomas's "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night", perhaps I missed the point in this.
Another Christian praising god. Wow. Does your juggling of word placement mean that it's supposed to be somehow more "righteous" or "divine"? I'm sure you believe that god's light shines brightly, however I think you may have been blinded by it.
I guess I can't go to bed tonight, then, because there's ALWAYS more work I can be doing for God, right? Even if it's just praising him and telling him how much I love him? Jesus, how much fucking attention does this self-conscious god need? Doesn't he pay those angels to kiss his ass enough? Now I gotta pull all nighters to tell him the same shit, too? No thanks, I have awesome dreams, like where I'm going around burning bibles and having anal sex with other men.