The Great Beacon Light God

Over My Head His Arm He Flung, Against The World.

Oh, The Little More, And How Much It Is! And The Little Less, And What Worlds Away.

So Munch On, Crunch On, Take Your Nuncheon, Breakfast, Supper, Dinner, Luncheon!

Death Was Past, Life Not Come: So He Waited.

How Strange Now, Looks The Life He Makes Us Lead; So Free We Seem, So Fettered Fast We Are!