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Show ii!>t. ffilicbatl tbc !ilmlcin:bcr They could poise both heaven and hell. "Angel," asked I humbly then, "Weighest thou the souls of men? That thine office is, I know." "Nay," he answered me, "not so: But I weigh the hope of Man Since the power of choice began, In the world, of good or ill." Then I waited and was still. In one scale I saw him place All the glories of our race, Cups that lit Belshazzar's feast, Gems, the lightning of the East, Kublai's sceptre, Cresar's sword, Many a poet's golden word, Many a skill of science, vain To make men as gods again. In the other scale he threw Things regardless, outcast, few, 25 |