Till the last loud trump shall shatter

The gates of brass.

And then forgotten priests shall wake

And forgotten victims rise,

And the old grey stones of the circle shake

In the place of sacrifice. . . .

But the heaven-blue flowers will bloom for aye

As flowers of Paradise.

 

CONTENTS

The Machine

The Breakdown

A Business Proposition

The Accuser

The Holiday

The Capture

Roger

The Road to Nowhere

The Lions’ Den

The Strangers

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