The True Beatitude (Bouts-Rimes)

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Title:     The True Beatitude (Bouts-Rimes)
Author: Rupert Brooke [More Titles by Brooke]

They say when the Great Prompter's hand shall ring
Down the last curtain upon earth and sea,
All the Good Mimes will have eternity
To praise their Author, worship love and sing;
Or to the walls of Heaven wandering
Look down on those damned for a fretful d----,
Mock them (all theologians agree
On this reward for virtue), laugh, and fling

New sulphur on the sin-incarnadined . . .
Ah, Love! still temporal, and still atmospheric,
Teleologically unperturbed,
We share a peace by no divine divined,
An earthly garden hidden from any cleric,
Untrodden of God, by no Eternal curbed.

1913.

[The end]
Rupert Brooke's poem: True Beatitude (Bouts-Rimes)

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