I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.

In A Fleshly Tomb, I Am Buried Above Ground.

In Indolent Vacuity Of Thought.

To Follow Foolish Precedents, And Wink With Both Our Eyes, Is Easier Than To Think.

All Truth Is Precious, If Not All Divine; And What Dilates The Powers Must Needs Refine.

He Finds His Fellow Guilty Of A Skin Not Color'd Like His Own, And Having Pow'r T' Enforce The Wrong, For Such A Worthy Cause Dooms And Devotes Him As His Lawful Prey.