But He Couldn't Lie If You Paid

What Stands If Freedom Fall?

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race... And The Hearts Of The Meanest Were Humbled.

It Thrilled Through Him When He First Felt The Keel Answer To His Hand On The Spokes And Slide Over The Long Hollows As The Foresail Scythed Back And Forth Against The Blue Sky.

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race, I Make My Proper Prostrations To The Gods Of The Market-place. Peering Through Reverent Fingers I Watch Them Flourish And Fall, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings, I Notice, Outlast Them All.

He Will Kill Mice And He Will Be Kind To Babies...but When The Moon Gets Up And The Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself.