See Mystery to Mathematics fly!
In vain! They gaze, turn giddy, rave, and die.
Religion blushing veils her sacred fires,
And unawares Morality expires.
Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine;
Nor human spork is left, nor glimpse divine!
Lo! They dread empire, CHAOS! is restored;
Light dies before ...
what will come?