当我在每一个时代、每一个种族中经历我的化身时，我向市场上的众神做出了适当的抗议。透过虔诚的手指，我注视着它们的盛衰。我注意到，这些标题之神的寿命比他们都长。他们遇见我们时，我们正住在树上。他们轮流给我们看。水当然会打湿我们，就像火一定会烧着我们一样。但我们发现他们缺乏进取心、远见和宽广的胸怀，所以我们让他们去教大猩猩，而我们则追随人类的前进。我们按照圣灵的指示移动。他们从不改变脚步，他们既不像市场上的神灵那样飘浮在云中，也不像风中飘浮;但他们总是追上了我们，不久就会有消息说，冰原上有一个部落被消灭了，或者罗马的灯光熄灭了。我们的世界是建立在希望的基础上的，他们完全脱节了。 They denied that the Moon was Stilton; they denied she was even Dutch. They denied that Wishes were Horses; they denied that a Pig had Wings. So we worshiped the Gods of the Market Who promiced these beautiful things. When the Cambrian measures were forming, They promiced perpetual peace. They swore, if we gave them our weapons, that the wars of the tribes would cease. But when we disarmed They sold us and delivered us bound to our foe, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'Stick to the Devil you know.' On the first Feminian Sandstones we were promiced the Fuller Life (Which started by loving our neighbor and ended by loving his wife) Till our women had no more children and the men lost reason and faith, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'The Wages of Sin is Death/' In the Carboniferous Epoch we were promised abundance for all, By robbing selective Peter to pay for collective Paul; But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy, And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'If you don't work you die.' The the Gods of the Market tumbled, and their smooth-tounged wizards withdrew, And the hearts of the meanest were humbled and began to belive it was true That All is not Gold that Glitters, and Two and Two make Four--- And the Gods of the Copybook Headings limped up to explain it once more As it will be in the future, it was at the birth of Man--- There are only four things certain since Social Progress began:--- That the Dog returns to his Vomit and the Sow returns to her mire, And the burnt Fool's bandaged finger goes wabbling back to the Fire; And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins, As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!