Or of a bird imprisoned in the wind?


XXXIV

Ah! never may we hope to win release
Before we that unripeness overthrow,--
So must the corn in agitation grow
Before the sickle sings the songs of peace.


XXXV

Lo! there are many ways and many traps
And many guides, and which of them is lord?
For verily Mahomet has the sword,
And he may have the truth--perhaps! _perhaps!_


XXXVI

Now this religion happens to prevail
Until by that religion overthrown,--
Because men dare not live with men alone,
But always with another fairy-tale.


XXXVII

Religion is a charming girl, I say;