The Muses Of Manisaukee

Who will take the debate

With those whose days out-number the stars,

Whose passion crushes mountains

Into blowing drifts of desert sands,

Whose love spawns transcendent visions

Of day and night in unfathomable, whirling freedom?

Man of flesh, do not fear us,

For we consider you frail of soul,

And have no evil intent upon you.

Take heed ever of such day

As you receive an invitation

To our table.