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IN THE GREAT PYRAMID OF GHIZEH 
 
deed of mere brute muscle and nerve !  Thence, by great 
Will new-freed, the ardent life leaps, sixth, to Effort’s 
tower, invoking the occult, the secret power, found in 
the void when all but Will is lost ; so, seventh, he 
bends it from its bodily station into the great abyss of 
Meditation, whence the firm level is at last his own and 
Rapture’s royal throne is more than throne, sarcophagus !  
an end !  an end !  Resounds the echo in the stone, in-
calculable myriads of tons poised in gigantic balance 
overhead, about, beneath.  O blend your voices, angels 
of the awful earth !  dogs !  demons leaping into hideous 
birth from the imprisoned deserts of the Nile !  And 
thou, O habitant most dread, disastrous crocodile, hear 
thou the Law, and live, and win to peace ! 
 
[If this poem be repeatedly read through, it falls into 
a subtly rhymed and metrical form.—R. P. L.]