What Truths hath gleaned that Sage consumed

What Truths hath gleaned that Sage consumed by many a moon that waxt and waned? What Prophet-strain be his to sing? What hath his old Experience gained?

There is no God, no man-made God; a bigger, stronger, crueller man; Black phantom of our baby-fears, ere Thought, the life of Life, began.

Right quoth the Hindu Prince of old,* “An Ishwara for one I nill, Th’ almighty everlasting Good who cannot ’bate th’ Eternal Ill:”