The World’s Tragedy

II8 THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. ISSA I am ? ALEXANDER Man, at mine essay. By the Balance reaching forth To the south and to the North Have I consecrated thee Co-victim with humanity. O mis-begotten, miscreate Dwarf as thou wast, the child of hate ; Thou who hast felt the sordidness Of thine own effect on thine own distress ; Art come thereby to the stature of man By my power, who am Pan. And by this death shalt laugh to know Thy father’s final overthrow. My soul the heights and depths has spanned. I hold the star-streams in mine hand. I am the master of life and death And of every spirit that quickeneth. Yea ! in the light of knowledge, Pan