I Do Not Believe In Any Religion,

And The Commencement Of Atonement Is The Sense Of Its Necessity.

Maidens, Like Moths, Are Ever Caught, By Glare, And Mammon Wins His Way Where Seraphs Might Despair.

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give Like That It Takes Away.

Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills The Inflammation Of His Weekly Bills.

Egypt! From Whose All Dateless Tombs Arose Forgotten Pharaohs From Their Long Repose, And Shook Within Their Pyramids To Hear A New Cambyses Thundering In Their Ear; While The Dark Shades Of Forty Ages Stood Like Startled Giants By Nile's Famous Flood.