Amid the old pages of Exeter’s book
Riddles are ready for reading by all
Who hear the old wisdom, hard now to gain
In days thought diminished, dark anymore.
When seeking solace against the Stupid God,
Is it good to gather that ‘gainst it the struggle
Long yet has lingered, not yet lost or won,
Or sends it forth sorrow, seeing it thus?
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