Human Abstract - Liva

Pity would be no more

If we did not make somebody Poor

And Mercy no more could be

If all were as happy as we

And mutual fear brings peace

Till the selfish loves increase

Then Cruelty knits a snare

And spreads his baits with care

He sits down with holy fears

And waters the ground with tears

Then Humility takes its root

Underneath his foot

Soon spreads the dismal shade

Of Mystery over his head

And the Catterpiller and Fly

Feed on the Mystery

And it bears the fruit of Deceit

Ruddy and sweet to eat

And the Raven his nest has made

In its thickest shade

The Gods of the earth and sea

Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree

But their search was all in vain

There grows one in the Human Brain.