Can I See Another's Woe, And Not

The Soul Of Sweet Delight, Can Never Be Defiled.

All Futurity Seems Teeming With Endless Destruction Never To Be Repelled; Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

A Divine Image Cruelty Has A Human Heart, And Jealousy A Human Face; Terror The Human Form Divine, And Secresy The Human Dress. The Human Dress Is Forged Iron, The Human Form A Fiery Forge, The Human Face A Furnace Sealed, The Human Heart Its Hungry Gorge.

Mutual Forgiveness Of Each Vice. Such Are The Gates Of Paradise.

As We Are, So We See.