He Who Makes His Law A Curse,

Embraces Are Comminglings From The Head Even To The Feet, And Not A Pompous High Priest Entering By A Secret Place.

Thus Men Forgot That All Deities Reside In The Human Breast.

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine.

The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God.

The Pure Soul Shall Mount On Native Wings, . . . And Cut A Path Into The Heaven Of Glory.