Lucifer Craved One Boon Of God After His Fall, As His Own To Hold; So He Gave Him A Mite In Heaven'S Sight, But Lo! The Gift That He Gave Was--Gold. And Lucifer Wrought With The Rugged Ore Till He Fashioned It Wondrous Fair, And Then He Set A Price On The Precious Store, And The Price Was The Blood And Tears Of Men. Blood And Tears! And The Price Was Paid; Blood Was Nothing, And Tears Were Free; And Lucifer Smiled At The Fools And Said: "Surely Your Souls Should Belong To Me!" So He Offered The Earth With Its Golden Heart, And The Seas With Their Fleets From Pole To Pole; And They Looked With Lust On The World-Wide Mart, And Said In Their Hearts,--"It Is Worth The Soul!" And Kings Were They, And They Ruled Right Well; Gorgeously Sped Their Sovereign Day ... But Lucifer Hath Their Souls In Hell, And Their Gold And Their Empires--Where Are They?