Laus Lucis is a 1903 poem by American short story writer Ambrose Bierce. - AsNotedIn
Each to his taste: some men prefer to playAt mystery, as others at piquet.Some sit in mystic meditation; someParade the street with tambourine and drum.One studies to decipher ancient loreWhich, proving stuff, he studies all the more;Another swears that learning is but goodTo darken things already understood,Then writes upon Simplicity so wellThat none agree on what he wants to tell,And future ages will declare his penInspired by gods with messages to men.To found an ancient order those devoteTheir time-with ritual, regalia, goat,Blankets for tossing, chairs of little easeAnd all the modern inconveniences;These, saner, frown upon unmeaning ritesAnd go to church for rational delights.So all are suited, shallow and profound,The prophets prosper and the world goes round.For me-unread in the occult, I'm fainTo damn all mysteries alike as vain,Spurn the obscure and base my faith uponThe Revelations of the good St John.
| Y/M/D | Association | Description | Place | Locale | Food | Event | |
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| 1903/00/00 | Ambrose Bierce | Author | "Laus Lucis" by Ambrose Bierce is included in his 'Shapes of Clay' poetry collection. |
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| Writing Type | Poems | ||
| Religious Movement | Spiritualism | able to communicate with the spirit world | |
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| Original Language: | English | ||
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Each to his taste: some men prefer to playAt mystery, as others at piquet.Some sit in mystic meditation; someParade the street with tambourine and drum.One studies to decipher ancient loreWhich, proving stuff, he studies all the more;Another swears that learning is but goodTo darken things already understood,Then writes upon Simplicity so wellThat none agree on what he wants to tell,And future ages will declare his penInspired by gods with messages to men.To found an ancient order those devoteTheir time-with ritual, regalia, goat,Blankets for tossing, chairs of little easeAnd all the modern inconveniences;These, saner, frown upon unmeaning ritesAnd go to church for rational delights.So all are suited, shallow and profound,The prophets prosper and the world goes round.For me-unread in the occult, I'm fainTo damn all mysteries alike as vain,Spurn the obscure and base my faith uponThe Revelations of the good St John.
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