text:  Proud master of millions Thy tale has been told! Now the chambers are hush'd And the strangers are gone And the sire is no sire And the son is no son And the mightiest of Earth Sleeps for ever alone The worm for his brother The clay for his throne! My conviction was complete when in the whirl of the dance a small roll of paper dropped from the robe of one of the maskers and fell at my feet