Of all his insight saw, his wisdom taught.
All office doors were closed against him—hard;
All office heads were closed against him too.
He had but worked, like others, for reward.
“The thing was all a dream.” “It would not do.”
But this was not a vaguely dreaming man,
A windbag of the known Utopian kind;
He had thought out, wrought out, in full, his plan;
'Twas the far-seeing fighting with the blind.
And the far-seeing won his way at last,