A Mediæval Expression of Justice, Attended by Archangels, by Fiore.
Michael, the Angel of Good Counsel and Patron of All Souls, in Her Honor,
has Added a Pair of Scales to His Usual Emblems. Gabriel,
With His Lily and Scroll, the Angel Who Announces Things
High and Holy, is Pointing Directly to Her.
“And if the great traveler of old were to push on westward across Europe, westward across the Atlantic, he might bequeath his visions to earth, and bidding us hope on, go back well pleased to the Courts of the Dead, his simple thesis proved—‘A people does none of these things.’”
Romance aside, “In her self-satisfaction she has forgotten all about the Golden Age. It never was hers. It is mine, and I will recast it safely in the future. There will I hold Courts of Love to define all new ideals, my pleaders shall be poets and their words shall be spoken under correction of those that have feeling in the art of this broader love, and my good knights shall swear ‘To defy power that seems omnipotent, to love and bear, to hope till Hope creates from its own wreck the thing it contemplates.’”
Thus does the romantic twentieth century realize the fruition of the ideals of democrats of the past.