SOME worshipped and some bantered, when The prophets of the drawing room Gossiped of Jesus Christ his doom Under the reign of Supermen, And how the Christian world would quake To hear what Zarathustra spake. Lo, Zarathustra's voice has spoken: And they, who use a mad bard's song To vindicate a tyrant's wrong, Point to the staring dead for token Of their triumphant creed, enshrined In temples of the Teuton mind. The raving dog-star hath his season: But when the light beyond our death Leads back again from Nazareth The holy star of human reason — Then will philosophy no more Be servile to the Muse of War. |