From the dung-heap flowers arise,
Seven are wicked, but seven are good.
Hid in coal the diamond lies,
Bad teacher oft makes pupil wise;
Seven are bad, but seven are good.
And the giant walked on, followed by all the will-o’-the-wisps, who were whispering together like grasshoppers, and saying:
Look at him well—the Master of All,
Before him Cæsar himself must fall.
Pope of Popes, King of Kings,
Fashioned of wood he is Lord of All Things.