Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In Veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
. . . .And the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling,affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero, the conquerer Worm.
