And rodden courses are rivers, to the sea of our desires.

    e, upon ts, in mans sleep dream our dreams.

    e urge o part from ts

    And seek the hills.

    Our  tempests t she world

    And summon man from sterile peace to fertile strife

    And on to triumph.

    In our eyes is t turns mans soul to flame,

    And leads o exalted loneliness and rebellious prophecy,

    And on to crucifixion.

    Man is born to bondage,

    And in bondage is his honor and his reward.

    In man hpiece,

    And in .

    s is deafened ?

    ?

    And  , our own self image?

    third God

    Broty brothers,

    t are drunk h songs.

    t throbbing,

    And like doves her hands fly upward.

    First God

    to the lark,

    But uphe eagle soars,

    Nor tarries to he song.

    You each me self love fulfilled in mans worship,

    And content ude.

    But my self love is limitless and  measure.

    I ality

    And the heavens.

    My arms he spheres.

    I ake tarry way for a bow,

    And ts for arrows,

    And e e.

    But you  do t in your power.

    For ever as man is to man,

    So are gods to gods.

    Nay, you o my weary

    Remembrance of cycles spent in mist,

    itself among tains

    And mine eyes pursued ters;

    terday died in ch

    And only silence visits her womb,

    And treles at .

    Oerday, dead yesterday,

    Moty,

    super-god ca