mere Both saints began to unfold their tales Auricular canal or mill-race fed at once, Both wished their tales, like simial ones, prehensile, That they might seize his ear; fool! knave and dunce! Flew zigzag back and forth, like strokes of pencil In a child's fingers; voluble as duns, They jabbered like the stones on that immense hill All day and night, in sunshine and in shower, From their vast heads of milk-andwater-power. A new strait-waistcoat for the human | Creation's plan, out of their own vile mind; Are you not limbed, nerved, jointed, arteried, juiced, As other men? yet, faithless to your kind, Rather like noxious insects you are used mud Pat up a god, and burn, drown, hang, or curse Whoever worships not; each keeps his stud Of texts which wait with saddle on and bridle To puncture life's fair fruit, beneath the To hunt hown atheists to their ugly rind Laying your creed-eggs whence in time there spring Consumers new to eat and buzz and sting. idol. |