II8 
THE WORLD’S TRAGEDY. 
 
ISSA 
 
I am ? 
 
ALEXANDER 
 
Man, at mine essay. 
By the Balance reaching forth 
To the south and to the North 
Have I consecrated thee 
Co-victim with humanity. 
 
O mis-begotten, miscreate 
Dwarf as thou wast, the child of hate ; 
Thou who hast felt the sordidness 
Of thine own effect on thine own distress ; 
Art come thereby to the stature of man 
By my power, who am Pan. 
And by this death shalt laugh to know 
Thy father’s final overthrow. 
 
My soul the heights and depths has spanned. 
I hold the star-streams in mine hand. 
I am the master of life and death 
And of every spirit that quickeneth. 
Yea !  in the light of knowledge, Pan