Splay and twist as you like, poke with the tangling fores of fishes or rats, You’ll be unmuzzled, you certainly will.

I saw the face of the most smear’d and slobbering idiot they had at the asylum, And I knew for my consolation what they knew not, I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother, The same wait to clear the rubbish from the fallen tenement, And I shall look again in a score or two of ages, And I shall meet the real landlord perfect and unharm’d, every inch as good as myself.

The Lord advances, and yet advances, Always the shadow in front, always the reach’d hand bringing up the laggards.

Out of this face emerge banners and horses⁠—O superb! I see what is coming, I see the high pioneer-caps, see staves of runners clearing the way, I hear victorious drums.