The Love Of Indolence Is Universal, Or

Often Do The Spirits Stride On Before The Event; And In Today Already Walks Tomorrow.

In Many Ways Doth The Full Heart Reveal The Presence Of The Love It Would Conceal.

Remorse Weeps Tears Of Blood.

Forth From His Dark And Lonely Hiding-place, (portentous Sight!) The Owlet Atheism, Sailing On Obscene Wings Athwart The Noon, Drops His Blue-fringed Lids, And Holds Them Close, And Hooting At The Glorious Sun In Heaven, Cries Out, ''where Is It?''

Death But Supplies The Oil For The Inextinguishable Lamp Of Life.