Nature Herself Seems, I Say,

Mind Is A Light Which The Gods Mock Us With, To Lead Those False Who Trust It.

Children Of Men! The Unseen Power, Whose Eye Forever Doth Accompany Mankind, Hath Look'd On No Religion Scornfully That Men Did Ever Find.

O Born In Days When Wits Were Fresh And Clear, And Life Ran Gaily As The Sparkling Thames; Before This Strange Disease Of Modern Life, With Its Sick Hurry, Its Divided Aims, Its Heads O'ertax'd, Its Palsied Hearts, Was Rife.

The Eternal Not Ourselves That Makes For Righteousness.

To Hear The World Applaud The Hollow Ghost Which Blamed The Living Man.