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 gem¹

    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.

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