10. This face owes to the sexton his dismalest fee,

An unceasing death-bell tolls there.

11. Those then are really men — the bosses and tufts of the great round globe !

12. Features of my equals, would you trick me with your creased and cadaverous march ?

Well, you cannot trick me.

13. I see your rounded never-erased flow,

I see neath the rims of your haggard and mean dis- guises.

14. Splay and twist as you like — poke with the tangling fores of fishes or rats,

You'll be unmuzzled, you certainly will.

15. I saw the face of the most smeared and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum,

And I knew for my consolation what they knew not,

And I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother,

The same wait to clear the rubbish from the fallen tenement,

And I shall look again in a score or two of ages,

And I shall meet the real landlord, perfect and unharmed, every inch as good as myself.

16. The Lord advances, and yet advances,

Always the shadow in front — always the reached hand bringing up the laggards.

17. Out of this face emerge banners and horses — O superb! I see what is coming,