Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody Poor
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we
And mutual fear brings peace
Till the selfish loves increase
Then Cruelty knits a snare
And spreads his baits with care
He sits down with holy fears
And waters the ground with tears
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head
And the Catterpiller and Fly
Feed on the Mystery
And it bears the fruit of Deceit
Ruddy and sweet to eat
And the Raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade
The Gods of the earth and sea
Sought thro’ Nature to find this Tree
But their search was all in vain
There grows one in the Human Brain.

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