’Gainst the black flag of Hate.”
This call is most spirited and trenchant and bold. We can only find space for the strong end:
“The sanction of the world’s undying hate
Means more than flaunted flags in windy air.
Be ye of gathering fate
Now gladly ware.
Now from the matrix, by God’s grinding wrought,
The brilliant shall be brought;
The white stone mystic set between the eyes
Of them that get the prize,