Tale of Archais

PROLOGUE 3 Rolled and roared and soared to sky ; Lofty head and knee unbended Dared and dazzled the offended Lord of Triple Diety. * * * But thine arrow sped awry, Struck the gentle Christ again ; But he smiled through all his pain : “ Priestcraft and red tyranny Have ursurped My crown : Children, in my scepter lurks The old fire, with you works All My Strength Immortal, when you tear the lying fabric down. ” May Man’s Spirit yet be great ? Gather power himself to rule, Master circumstance and fate, Laugh for joy and smile for dule, Weep brave tears while lute-strings sob, Clench brave hands when bosoms throb, Till his soul beyond control Break the fetters ; sweep across Worlds and waves on wings, wind-wafted, whiter than the albatross.