The misdemeanors of uncounted time;
We suffer in the foolishness and sins
Of races just behind us,—burn with shame
At their gross ignorance and murderous deeds;
We suffer back of them in the long years
Of squalid struggling savagery of beasts,—
Beasts human and subhuman; back of them
In helpless creatures eaten, hunted, torn;
In submerged forests dying in the slime;
And even back of that in endless years