Iii

Old Ape, old Earth, we smile, Thou ancient Land of Lies, At all thy simple guile, Thy wisdom that’s not wise.

Scum of the populace, The chatterer, cheat, and fool, Thou puttest in high place To scourge thee and to rule;

But him who thee hath given The good food of the land Or water out of heaven Thou bitest in the hand.

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