In a deep hideous purring have their life,
And an incessant pacing to and fro.
Demons
The mind bold
And independent,
The purpose free,
450So we are told,
Must not think
To have the ascendant.
What's a saint?
In a deep hideous purring have their life,
And an incessant pacing to and fro.
Demons
The mind bold
And independent,
The purpose free,
450So we are told,
Must not think
To have the ascendant.
What's a saint?