He Who Shall Teach The Child To

The Generations Of Men Run On In The Tide Of Time, But Leave Their Destined Lineaments Permanent For Ever And Ever.

The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And Laugh'd And All The Hills Echoed

My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's Cry My Soul Appalls

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.

I Give You The End Of A Golden String, Only Wind It Into A Ball, It Will Lead You In At Heaven's Gate Built In Jerusalem's Wall.