For The Sin They Do By Two

We Have Learned To Whittle The Eden Tree To The Shape Of A Surplice Peg, We Have Learned To Bottle Our Parents Twain In The Yelk Of An Addled Egg. We Know That The Tail Must Wag The Dog, For The Horse Is Drawn By The Cart, But The Devil Whoops, As He Whooped Of Old; It's Clever, But Is It Art?

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same.

Let All Who Build Beware The Load, The Shock, The Pressure Material Can Bear. So, When The Buckled Girder Lets Down The Grinding Span, The Blame Of Loss, Or Murder, Is Laid Upon The Man. Not On The Stuff - The Man!

Oh, East Is East, And West Is West, And Never The Twain Shall Meet, Till Earth And Sky Stand Presently At God’s Great Judgment Seat; But There Is Neither East Nor West, Border, Nor Breed, Nor Birth, When Two Strong Men Stand Face To Face, Tho’ They Come From The Ends Of The Earth!