Appendix N 



And each deep-hid inscription could he trace; 



How men have fought and loved and fought again; 



How in lone darkness souls cried out for pain; 

 How each green foot of sod from sea to sea 

 Was red with blood of men slain wantonly; 



How tears of pity warm as summer rain 

 Again and ever washed the stains away, 

 Leaving to Love, at last, the victory. 



Above the strife and hate and fever pain, 

 The squalid talk and walk of sordid men, 



He saw the vision changeless as the stars 



That shone through temple gates or prison bars. 

 Or to the body nailed upon the tree. 

 Through each mean action of the life that is, 



The marvel of the Life that yet shall be. 



When Man Shall Rise 



When man shall rise to manhood's destiny. 

 When our slow-toddling race shall be full-grown. 

 Deep in each human heart a chamber lone 

 Of Holies Holiest shall builded be; 



And each man for himself must hold the key; 

 Each there must kindle his own altar-fires. 

 Each burn an offering of his own desires. 

 And each at last his own High Priest must be. 



The Bubbles of Saki 



In sweet, sad cadence Persian Omar sings 

 The life of man that lasts but for a day — 

 A phantom caravan that hastes away 

 On to the chaos of Insensate Things. 



"The Eternal Saki from that bowl hath poured 

 Millions of bubbles like us, and shall pour," — 

 The life of man, a half-unspoken word, 

 A fleck of foam tossed on an unknown shore. 



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