Where it might lead them. Only at times they felt

As they deciphered the dark Book of Earth

That, following its majestic rhythm of law,

They followed the true path, the eternal way

Of That which reigns. Prophetic flashes came.

Words that the priest mechanically intoned

Burned upon Huxley’s keen ironical page

Like sudden sapphires, drawing their deeper light

From that celestial City which endures

Because it hath foundations: Shall I come