BY AN EVOLUTIONIST
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Less weight now for the ladder-of-heaven that hangs on a star.
I.
I am heir, and this my kingdom. Shall the royal voice be mute?
No, but if the rebel subject seek to drag me from the throne,
Hold the sceptre, Human Soul, and rule thy province of the brute.
II.
Where I sank with the body at times in the sloughs of a low desire,