| 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, | 5 |
| Reflected in the beam divine; | |
| Blown back they blind the mocking Eye, | |
| But still in Israel’s paths they shine. | |
| The Atoms of Democritus | |
| And the Newton’s Particles of Light | 10 |
| Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, | |
| Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright. |