“The mighty God! Here shalt thou find thy rest,
O weary one! There is naught else to know,
Naught else to seek—here thou may’st cease thy quest.
Give thyself up. He leads where thou shalt go.
“The changeless God! Into thy troubled life
Steals strange, sweet peace; the pride that drove thee on,
The hot ambition and the selfish strife
That made thy misery, like mists are gone.”
Thirst is characteristic of humanity. Wherever you find a human soul you find in it longings, desires, and yearnings. Then it is only commonplace to say that in all this world there is nothing to satisfy a human soul. There has been no lack of searching for a fountain of life whose waters will quench human thirst; but in vain. There is nothing that has not been tried, and yet always the result has been the same:
“Life’s thirst quenches itself
With draughts which double thirst.”
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