Love? First give justice! There’s nothing above!
And then you may love!
TO A GOOD MANY.
O blind and selfish! Helpless as the beast
Who sees no meaning in a soul released
And given flesh to grow in—to work through!
Think you that God has nothing else to do
Than babble endlessly the same set phrase?
Are life’s great spreading, upward-reaching ways
Laid for the beasts to climb on till the top