Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of

Behold The Life At Ease; It Drifts, The Sharpened Life Commands Its Course.

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.

On A Starred Night Prince Lucifer Uprose, Tired Of His Dark Dominion Swung The Fiend . . . He Reached A Middle Height, And At The Stars, Which Are The Brain Of Heaven, He Looked, And Sank. Around The Ancient Track Marched, Rank On Rank, The Army Of Unalterable Law.

O Have A Care Of Natures That Are Mute!

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars.