This made him unacceptable to most Anglican congregations,  and the only church posts he was offered were temporary, usually deputising for regular incumbents in their absence. This meant a nomadic existence, and for Laurence's first few years, he never lived in one place long enough to make friends.
Whose life is but a span, I count ye but the shadow of a shade! For he who most doth know Of bliss, hath but the show; A moment, and the visions pale and fade. Thy fall, O Oedipus, thy piteous fall Warns me none born of women blest to call.
By him the vulture maid Was quelled, her witchery laid; He rose our savior and the land's strong tower. We hailed thee king and from that day adored Of mighty Thebes the universal lord.
Who now more desolate, Whose tale more sad than thine, whose lot more dire? O Oedipus, discrowned head, Thy cradle was thy marriage bed; One harborage sufficed for son and sire. How could the soil thy father eared so long Endure to bear in silence such a wrong? O child of Laius' ill-starred race Would I had ne'er beheld thy face; I raise for thee a dirge as o'er the dead.
Yet, sooth to say, through thee I drew new breath, And now through thee I feel a second death. Not Ister nor all Phasis' flood, I ween, Could wash away the blood-stains from this house, The ills it shrouds or soon will bring to light, Ills wrought of malice, not unwittingly.
The worst to bear are self-inflicted wounds. Our sovereign lady queen Jocasta's dead. And all the horror of it, Not having seen, yet cannot comprehend. Nathless, as far as my poor memory serves, I will relate the unhappy lady's woe.
When in her frenzy she had passed inside The vestibule, she hurried straight to win The bridal-chamber, clutching at her hair With both her hands, and, once within the room, She shut the doors behind her with a crash.
Then she bewailed the marriage bed whereon Poor wretch, she had conceived a double brood, Husband by husband, children by her child.
What happened after that I cannot tell, Nor how the end befell, for with a shriek Burst on us Oedipus; all eyes were fixed On Oedipus, as up and down he strode, Nor could we mark her agony to the end.
For stalking to and fro "A sword! Then we beheld the woman hanging there, A running noose entwined about her neck. But when he saw her, with a maddened roar He loosed the cord; and when her wretched corpse Lay stretched on earth, what followed—O 'twas dread!
He tore the golden brooches that upheld Her queenly robes, upraised them high and smote Full on his eye-balls, uttering words like these: Such evils, issuing from the double source, Have whelmed them both, confounding man and wife.
Till now the storied fortune of this house Was fortunate indeed; but from this day Woe, lamentation, ruin, death, disgrace, All ills that can be named, all, all are theirs.
He vows to fly self-banished from the land, Nor stay to bring upon his house the curse Himself had uttered; but he has no strength Nor one to guide him, and his torture's more Than man can suffer, as yourselves will see.
For lo, the palace portals are unbarred, And soon ye shall behold a sight so sad That he who must abhorred would pity it.
None can tell Who did cast on thee his spell, prowling all thy life around, Leaping with a demon bound. Though to gaze on thee I yearn, Much to question, much to learn, Horror-struck away I turn. Ah whither am I borne!
How like a ghost forlorn My voice flits from me on the air! On, on the demon goads. The end, ah where? The horror of darkness, like a shroud, Wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.
Ah me, ah me! What spasms athwart me shoot, What pangs of agonizing memory?
I know thee near, and though bereft of eyes, Thy voice I recognize. O doer of dread deeds, how couldst thou mar Thy vision thus? What demon goaded thee?
How, How, could I longer see when sight Brought no delight? Haste, friends, no fond delay, Take the twice cursed away Far from all ken, The man abhorred of gods, accursed of men.
Would I had never looked upon thy face! He meant me well, yet had he left me there, He had saved my friends and me a world of care. Was ever man before afflicted thus, Like Oedipus.
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