Euthumism If in the spirit glows no spark divine; If soulless dust return to dust again; If, after life, but death and dark remain-- Then it were well to make the moment thine, Bacchante-steeping soul and sense in wine, In lotus-lulling languors, fond desires That heat the heart with fierce, unhallowed fires-- Till Pleasure, Circe-like, transform us into swine. But if some subtler spirit thrill our clay, Some God-like flame illume this fleeting dust-- Promethean fire snatched from the Olympian height-- Then must we choose the nobler, higher Way, Seeking the Beautiful, the Pure, the Just-- The ultimate crowned triumph of the Right! See Hedonism |
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