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 Rh The Cross! It goes right through him, the sprottling insect, Through his cross-wise cloven psyche, Through his five-fold complex-nature.

So turn him over on his toes again; Four pin-point toes, and a problematical thumb- piece, Four rowing limbs, and one wedge-balancing head, Four and one makes five, which is the clue to all mathematics.

The Lord wrote it all down on the little slate Of the baby tortoise. Outward and visible indication of the plan within, The complex, manifold involvedness of an indi- vidual creature Blotted out On this small bird, this rudiment, This little dome, this pediment Of all creation, This slow one. Rh