"The loathsome mask has fallen, the man remains,— Sceptreless, free, uncircumscribed, but man: Equal, unclassed, tribeless, and nationless, Exempt from awe, worship, degree, the king Over himself; just, gentle, wise: but man. Passionless? no:—yet free from guilt or pain,— Which were, for his will made or suffered them, Nor yet exempt, tho' ruling them like slaves, From chance, and death, and mutability,— The clogs of that which else might oversoar The loftiest star of unascended heaven, Pinnacled dim in the intense inane."