All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.
Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
Poetry fettered fetters the human race.
Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace.
Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?
Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy.