Man Against Man 



And in that never-ending, ceaseless strife 

 Betwixt the powers of mortal good and ill, 

 I see strong Gitche Manitou who shields 

 From countless devils of the nether world. 



With India I am gazing now on dreams, 

 Sleeping or waking, visions of the night. 

 Self-conscious thought, or dark sub-consciousness. 

 When man lies wrapped in sleep like death profound: 

 The eternal Brahm cries, Spirit, God in all. 

 All else is Maya; whilst the Bvddh of Time 

 Speaks only of the present, living Now. 



With Egypt I now look on Life and Death, 

 The sacredness of every living part 

 Of organized creation, body, soul. 

 The temple door, the mystery of sex: 

 All is divine in Nature; I can trace 

 The Deity descend into the inmost parts 

 Of animated life where all is God. 



Man Against Man 



But of all the enemies wherewith man has had to 

 contend in the struggle for life, the fiercest has ever 

 been his fellowman. This battle is still on. True, 

 the warfare to-day is not so often waged on mere 

 battlefields as in days of yore. Wars of that kind have 

 possibly grown rarer with man's so-called upward 

 evolution. But the industrial, social, and financial 

 struggle appears to grow keener with each succeeding 

 advance in science and invention. And you will notice 

 that while the strife between man and man becomes 

 intensified, there has grown up also, gradually, a com- 

 petition between certain aggregates of individuals, or 



