Nay, with the hand and heart, the rather;
For each who climbs above
Must reach the door of Him our Father
On stepping-stones of love.
V.
COURTING THE CROWD.
Our wrongs we make that make us wrong:
We court the crowd; we tickle the public ear;
The crowd laughs, and we laugh with it always; we’re
Mere puppets dandled by the throng.
We jingle our laughter,—