For if a single man may image God,
Then many men who join their partial gifts
And parted wisdom,—till the whole become
Not merely human but humanity’s,—
May watch our ways and keep them circumspect
With eyes that often wellnigh stand for His
Who still more fully in mankind than man
Rules over truth in each through truth in all.
Why term me slave, then, when I serve my kind?—
Through serving it, I best may serve, as well,