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What Cosmic jest or Anarch blunder
The human integral clove asunder
And shied the fractions through life's gate?

Whatever brute and blackguard made the world.

There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

The something that infects the world.

The sound was behind me instead of before,
A sleepy sound, but mocking half,
As of one who utterly couldn’t care.
The Demon arose from his wallow to laugh,
Brushing the dirt from his eye as he went;
And well I knew what the Demon meant.

Behold, the man is become as one of us, to know good and evil. And now, lest he put forth his hand, and take also of the tree of life, and eat and live for ever--

And surely your blood of your lives will I require: at the hand of every beast will I require it, and at the hand of man, at the hand of every man's brother will I require the life of man.

Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language: and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do. Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another's speech.

Though thou art worshipped by the names divine
Of Jesus and Jehovah thou art still
The Son of Morn in weary night's decline
The lost traveler's dream under the hill.