Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A

When Thou Seest An Eagle, Thou Seest A Portion Of Genius; Lift Up Thy Head!

If The Doors Of Perception Were Cleansed Everything Would Appear To Man As It Is, Infinite.

The Bat That Flits At Close Of Eve Has Left The Brain That Won't Believe. The Owl That Calls Upon The Night Speaks The Unbeliever's Fright.

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.

There Can Be No Good Will. Will Is Always Evil; It Is Persecution To Others Or Selfishness.