The weal of time is good, I say
As Robert Burns, Clive Lewis, gay,
Sings a song of Satan's din
Of the horrors of science been
Born of man who did gross deeds---
The moon of Sin is looked at clean
Where strange wars are fought in mental sides
And the miser of the world commits suicide.
For the frightened fact of great all tamed
Deceits of riches and worldly fame
Is to be ever lived upon this Earth;
But my love, such could only be a curse.