PROLOGUE 
3 
Rolled and roared and soared to sky ; 
Lofty head and knee unbended 
Dared and dazzled the offended 
Lord of Triple Diety. 
 
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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.