LXIX.

But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.

This quatrain is translated from O. 94.

To speak plain language, and not in parables, We are the pieces and heaven plays the game, We are played together in a baby-game upon the chess-board of existence, And one by one we return to the box of non-existence.

_Ref._: O. 94, C. 280, L. 443, B. 439, S.P. 230, P. 31, B. ii. 291, T. 183, P. v. 10.--W. 270, N. 231, E.C. 27, V. 480.