I rose, and on the throne of Saturn sate,

And many a Knot unravelled by the Road—

But not the Master-knot of Human fate."

"The Master-knot knows but the Master-hand

That scattered Saturn and his countless Band

Like seeds upon the unplanted heaven's Air:

The Truth we reap from them is Chaff thrice fanned."

"Yet if the Soul can fling the Dust aside

And naked on the air of Heaven ride,

Wer't not a shame—wer't not a shame for him

In this clay carcase crippled to abide?"

"No, for a day bound in this Dust may teach

More of the Sáki's Mind than we can reach

Through æons mounting still from Sky to Sky—

May open through all Mystery a breach."

[Pg 9]

"You speak as if Existence closing your

Account, and mine, should know the like no more;

The Eternal Sáki from that Bowl has poured

Millions of bubbles like us, and will pour."

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