“Yea, the tooth o’ him who eateth up the flesh I did to cloak me athin, shall rot and he shalt wither. Aye, and the word o’ me shalt stand. Fires but bake awell.
“Sweet hath the sound of the word o’ Him asounded unto the ears o’ Earth that hark not.
“Yea, and He hath beat upon the busom of Earth and sounded out a loud noise, and Earth harkened not.
“And He hath sung thro’ the mother’s songs o’ Earth, and Earth harkened not.
“Yea, and He hath sent His own with word, and Earth harkened not.
“Then ’tis Earth’s own folly that batheth her.
“Yea, and Folly cometh astreaming ribbands, and showering color, and grinning ’pon his way.
“Yea, but Folly masketh and leadeth Earth and man assuredly unto Follies pit—self. And self is blind.
“Then whence doth Earth to turn for aid? For Folly followeth not the blind, and the voice of him who falleth unto the pit of Folly soundeth out a loud note. Yea, and it echoeth ’self.’
“And lo, the Earth filled up o’ self, hearketh not unto the words of Him, the King of Wisdom.