To build or blast the interests of some land.

Are there some Petty Princedoms-some all great
With many million Servitors to wait

At Prince's bidding-is there rivalry

As which by Conquest shall the greatest be-
Is there a sullen Peace between them all-
Between each place like adamantine wall
A bound one may not even pass, nor dare
In any way another Princedom share.

Are there not petty jealousness and spites-
Are there not even battlings and fights-
Envenomed hates that make close neighbors foes,
And taunts and bickering that only close
When to Great Lucifer appeals are made-
That for a space make each of each afraid,
And discontent lies smoldering in wrath.
To open once again in new hewn path.
Or is there never discord, each intent

To be your prince's perfect instrument,

And filled with one desire-THE CHRIST to hate
And make His true Church waste and desolate.

For this age surely is your holiday! Begrudging every hour which pass away—

For each hour flight brings nearer that dread hour
When CHRIST shall come in vengeance and in power-
Drive you from earth-and in The Pit's dark place
Prisoners a thousand years-then little space

When ye come forth to wreck the Peace of men-
But short indeed that time of daring sin

For CHRIST shall drive thee to the Pit once more And ne'er again shall open that closed door.

So this your time for revelry and joy,
This is the age wherein ye can employ
Your intellect, your forces, and your might,
To put on CHRIST the insult and the slight,
The venom of your hate to slur His fame
The bringing of Dishonor to His name,
By tempting souls with gifts of Lucifer

To show how worthless is each worshipper.

The Foolishness of Churches' boast you knowFor Lucifer is reigning here below.

The Wealth of all the Kingdom in his hands,
An undisputed Master of all lands,

The pomps, the powers, the splendors are his own,
To whom he wills he giveth pomp and throne,
The strength of all the world is at his feet,
Its treasures to his wasting most complete,
The intellect, sweet music, and gay song,
And every art of Beauty doth belong
To his base bidding-and his followers share
The riches of his Kingdoms everywhere.
This age is his, obedient at his beck,
To make a nation, or a nation wreck,
To pour his wealth of glory where he may
To make men mourn, or have a holiday,
Making Greed Triumph to oppress the poor
To see how much the people will endure,
Scanty of meat and bread is table spread,

Oft house no better than a cattle shed,
With rags and patches nakedness to cover,
Want and despair o'er half the race to hover.
Earth ever hath great riches in her breast
And a few Devilish Natures steal and wrest
The things made for humanity—to self;
Defraud, cheat, lie, e'en murder for the pelf;
One in his greed can dim the poor man's light-
Others can make the money market tight-
Others will juggle with the price of grain-
To tax the poor man's bread for selfish gain-
But it were long to tell the direful tale

How these trade monsters poor men's right assail—
They grow more greedy-until some fine day
GOD shall come forth and crush such noisome clay,
Their riches shall vanish in a night—

They are a hissing, loathing in God's sight.

But you, are wiser than these foolish men,
You know the price and sorrow of your sin―
And now your living hatred of the right
Fills you with venom and a deadly spite
Against Humanity-careless of the lie

So you can have men God's Good Words deny.
And you are growing bolder in your speech,
In hints and innuendo would you teach
Man to despise His Maker and His laws;
And crafty are you to give great applause
In Public print to men who cast away
"Dead Dogmas of the Christian's Yesterday!"

Say, are you ever subject to disgraceIf you break Satan's Laws is there a place Where as a prisoner you must bide his time In penance for committing such a crime. Surely Rebellious curse is in your vein, You once rebelled-say, do you such again, Have you been banished to the Outer space Where GOD seems not-nor the infernal placeFor some rude breaking of Satanic rule. I deem you are a rebel that no school Of Wisdom well may curb-nor intervene If you determined to give vent to spleen, Or being balked on your infernal way Of coveting some Soul you would betraySurely no fearing sense of coming wrath— Could stop your swift feet on the lustful path— What was desired by heart you dare obtain Tho' after that came Banishment and pain.

Since thou created was there any day
You did your Captain or your Prince betray
By doing secretly what they said not-
And afterwards detected-was it blot
On thine escutcheon-was there a disgrace,
A thrusting as it were to menial place—
Or did they show their scorn and contempt
By never giving heed to thy attempt.
And yet I deem their rule must be all strict
And they have power such culprit to afflict,
If not 'twould be thrice hell between ye all
And Satan shattered Kingdom surely Fall.

Tho' surely oft your wills must cross each other,
And surely ofttime hate ye cannot smother,
A bitterness of feeling in each breast,

Or is there bar of Justice where confessed
The Cause of such conflicting sentence given
And the offender into exile driven.

Now why the Cause that Thou were sent to me-
Did you come sullen or all willingly-
Was I thy choice-or were you told to go
And woo and win me to eternal woe-

And may I think I to thy care consigned
Without a single wishing of thy mind,
Careless what charge thy captain placed on thee—
Or may I guess a dire contumely
Was put upon thee by so base a one-
Who was the last thy hate had litten on
Some one more great—and is it thy disgrace
To wait on me, Derision from high place
To show contempt and make thee feel the sting
Of a great slight-and so give suffering!

Perchance, in former years that thou didst do Some paltry thing Thy Captain deemed untrue, And so when to the world I showed my face Thou were in his contempt, and in disgrace, And thus to punish said: "Behold that one, Go tempt Him-that is thy Disgrace, Begone!"

And so surrounding Demons had given laugh That you such cup of Wretchedness should quaff