LXXXI
Arise! for lo! the Laughter and the Weeping
Reveal the Weapon which the Master 's keeping
Above your heads; Oh! take it up and strike!
The lion of tyranny is only sleeping.
LXXXII
Evil and Virtue? Shadows on the street
Of Fate and Vanity,—but shadows meet
When in the gloaming they are hastening forth
To drink with Night annihilation sweet.
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