The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep

Once meek, and in a perilous path,
The just man kept his course along
The vale of death.
Roses are planted where thorns grow.
And on the barren heath
Sing the honey bees.

Then the perilous path was planted:
And a river, and a spring
On every cliff and tomb;
And on the bleached bones
Red clay brought forth.

Till the villain left the paths of ease,
To walk in perilous paths, and drive
The just man into barren climes.

Now the sneaking serpent walks
In mild humility.
And the just man rages in the wilds
Where lions roam.

Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep. 

Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, 
no longer in deadly black, with hoarse note 
curse the sons of joy. Nor his accepted brethren, 
whom, tyrant, he calls free: lay the bound 
or build the roof. Nor pale religious letchery 
call that virginity, that wishes but acts not!
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For every thing that lives is Holy.