Mock on, Mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau
   Mock on, Mock on; 'tis all in vain!
      You throw the sand against the wind,
         And the wind blows it back again.
 
               And every sand becomes a Gem
                  Reflected in the beams divine;
                     Blown back they blind the mocking eye
                        But still in Israel's paths they shine.

                              The Atoms of Democritus 
                                  And Newton's Particles of light
                                     Are sands upon the Red sea shore,
                                        Where Israel's tents do shine so bright..
                                                        --Wm. Blake 1757-1827                           Back