NAMES.

Names are indeed but smoke that hide the glow

Of heaven, the poisonous breath of ages flown,
When neither earth nor heaven were truly known
And roof'd fond man a godful sky-arch low.
Though that is gone, dull bigots still repeat
The empty formula of creeds outworn,
As if to fixed ideas the race was born
And Dulness o'er us held perpetual seat.
Blow, breath of Reason, with a cyclone's might,

And sweep the rubbish of the past away!
While earthwide flashes thy meridian day,
Purging of every tribe the mental sight,
Cumber the earth too long a Church and State
Which own no ties with things of current date.

B.