Only by Nature’s wrath shall I be cowed,
Only by hand of Providence I die.
For Art we live, since Art is Nature’s toy,
Fashioned each man in mold almost the same ...
Religion, Nation, Race ... are things of name.
Cast these aside—God’s playthings are for joy.
Amongst the waves that vainly slap the shore,
Please God, help me to carry on some more.
NEW YEAR’S DAY
An evening dress in a window ...