But To Go To School In A

I Must Create A System, Or Be Enslav'd By Another Man's.

Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock On, Mock On: 'tis All In Vain! You Throw The Sand Against The Wind, And The Wind Blows It Back Again. And Every Sand Becomes A Gem Reflected In The Beams Divine; Blown Back They Blind The Mocking Eye, But Still In Israel's Paths They Shine. The Atoms Of Democritus And Newton's Particles Of Light Are Sands Upon The Red Sea Shore, Where Israel's Tents Do Shine So Bright.

To See A World In A Grain Of Sand And A Heaven In A Wildflower.

Travelers Repose And Dream Among My Leaves.

Both Read The Bible Day And Night, But Thou Read Black Where I Read White.