But O The Truth, The Truth. The

Caricature Is Rough Truth.

And If I Drink Oblivion Of A Day, / So Shorten I The Stature Of My Soul.

There Is Nothing The Body Suffers Which The Soul May Not Profit By.

Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

On A Starred Night Prince Lucifer Uprose, Tired Of His Dark Dominion Swung The Fiend . . . He Reached A Middle Height, And At The Stars, Which Are The Brain Of Heaven, He Looked, And Sank. Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.