Philosophies Quotes

“Wraths



My soul is full of fire,

  Wrath and tempestuous dirge;

I feel but one desire,

  To find a sword and scourge:



Since man, by right of birth

  And nature’s gift at least

A god upon the earth,

  Remaineth but a beast,



Ill-ruling, blind and halt,

  And not by powers’ unknown,

Or far-off Heaven’s, fault,

  But chiefly by his own.



Lies!—let us drink them up,

  The sweet and bitter lies!

Man takes the maddening cup

  And drinks and dreams and dies.



Pure as revealing morn

  The angel Truth stands there;

But we, oh basely born!

  Dare not to look at her.



Not by eternal laws

  Condemn’d to eternal ruth,

We suffer; but because

  We dare not face the truth.



We wreath and sanctify us

  To the inferior gods;

For things which vilify us

  We lash ourselves with rods.



We rip our veins and bleed

  Before the gods of mire;

For Moloch, without need,

  Consume our babes in fire;



But the greatest God of all

  In eternal silence reigns;

To His high audience-hall

  No human soul attains.”
― Ronald Ross, Philosophies