My Science of Man's Life: one blank's the whole!
"Love, war, song, statesmanship—no gain, all loss,
The stars' bestowment! We on our return
To-morrow merely find—not gold but dross,
"The body not the soul. Come, friends, we learn
At least thus much by our experiment—
That—that ... well, find what, whom it may concern!"
But next day through the city rumors went
Of a new persecution; so, they fled
All Israel, each man,—this time,—from his tent,