Antichrist Is Mammon's Son.

Only This I Know, That One Celestial Father Gives To All.

Which Way I Fly Is Hell; Myself Am Hell.

Abash'd The Devil Stood, And Felt How Awful Goodness Is.

Freely We Serve, Because Freely We Love.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap, Or Be With Ease Gathered, Not Harshly Plucked, For Death Mature: This Is Old Age; But Then Thou Must Outlive Thy Youth, Thy Strength, Thy Beauty, Which Will Change To Withered Weak And Grey.