Chapter 19 AND HE WHO WOULD SAVE HIS LIFE SHALL LOSE IT

The fed fools beat their brazen gong

For gods' ears dulled by blatant praise,

Awonder why the scented fumes

And surplices at evensong

Avail not as in other days.

Shrunken and mean the spirit fails

Like old snow falling from the crags

And priest and pedagog compete

With nostrums for the age that ails,

But learn not why the