Worship the laws of men

Who worshipped law?

Those laws are dust

To-day, and yet I must

Be faithful still, and trust

In what dead men did prove.

Magic may kill

Their wisdom and their will,

Yet I must follow still

Their path ... my groove....

TO THE UNBORN

Oh, bend your eyes, nor send your glance about.

Oh, watch your feet, nor stray beyond the kerb.

Oh, bind your heart lest it find secrets out.

For thus no punishment

Of magic shall disturb

Your very great content.

Oh, shut your lips to words that are forbidden.

Oh, throw away your sword, nor think to fight.

Seek not the best, the best is better hidden.

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