Bruise them and break them!
“White steed of wonder with thy feet of thunder,
Find out their temples, tread their high-priests under—
Leave them behind thee—if their gods speed after,
Mock them with laughter.
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“Shall a god grieve me? shall a phantom win me?
Nay!—by the wild wind around and o’er and in me—
Be his name Vishnu, Christus or Apollo—
Let the god follow!