Mere specks of dust upon a polished lense,
Compared to that poor polisher of lenses.
He polished lenses for myopic eyes,
The world’s myopic eyes hath need of them—
And long will need them,—poor myopic world.
My own sight seems improved since I have heard
Durant speak of Spinoza yesterday.
THE REVOLT OF THE RAGGED
We who have but rags to wear,
Let us go out on strike