Change Doth Unknit The Tranquil Strength Of

Below The Surface Stream, Shallow And Light, Of What We Say And Feel Below The Stream, As Light, Of What We Think We Feel, There Flows With Noiseless Current, Strong, Obscure And Deep, The Central Stream Of What We Feel Indeed.

Come, Dear Children, Let Us Away; Down And Away Below!

It Is - Last Stage Of All When We Are Frozen Up Within, And Quite The Phantom Of Ourselves To Hear The World Applaud The Hollow Ghost Which Blamed The Living Man

Change Doth Unknit The Tranquil Strength Of Men.

For This Is The True Strength Of Guilty Kings, When They Corrupt The Souls Of Those They Rule.