Gargoyles

Nay, let all light, all things, but cease! Sense is the seal of double rule. The million oracles that run Out of the mouth of God the fool are not myself. To nothing turn! To nothing look! Then, then !—discern Nothing, that one may one remain. So I am paid the horrible pain That these my brothers ordered me. I look upon their brows—I see Signs many and deep of torture past; A star, yon star, true peace at last. (There approach an aged man, riding upon an ass, with a led ass, and a Nubian servant.) The Adept. In the name of God, the One, the Great, Merciful and compassionate, Acclaim the perfect period Of ordeal past ! The Neophyte. There is no God! A. Rise! in the name of obscure Fate, Ruthless and uncompassionate. 25