Our scope is but to register and watch
By means of this great gift accorded us--
The free trajection of our entities.


SPIRIT OF THE PITIES

On things terrene, then, I would say that though
The human news wherewith the Rumours stirred us
May please thy temper, Years, 'twere better far
Such deeds were nulled, and this strange man's career
Wound up, as making inharmonious jars
In her creation whose meek wraith we know.
The more that he, turned man of mere traditions,
Now profits naught. For the large potencies
Instilled into his idiosyncrasy--
To throne fair Liberty in Privilege' room--
Are taking taint, and sink to common plots
For his own gain.


SHADE OF THE EARTH

And who, then, Cordial One,
Wouldst substitute for this Intractable?


CHORUS OF THE EARTH

We would establish those of kindlier build,