Wrought by hand Shall not long stand When reckoned By eternal. Fore thrice had crowed The cockerel, And the reaping Of denarii sowed, Truth betrayed, Compassion waylaid. Millenia thence, Mans’ offense, Heart’s recompense. By eternal beckoned, To eternal reckoned. Domains of man Lie neath the sands Of cyclic time and Doctrines mimed Without the seed of divine creed. Millenia hence, Heart’s offense, Mans’ recompense. By eternal reckoned, To eternal beckoned.