Of black vindictiveness and suffering Will,
Rived forever, yet for aye supreme,--
Heroizes the deed and soul
And wreaks on canvas and in drama high
Its passionate admiration.

Now, too, in palace and hut confronted,
In battleship and iron steed defying space,
In flaring furnace of the smelted ore,
In haunts of coal and steam below the whirling wheels,
Life laughs and sings and thunders
An oratorio merging all the powers of harmony,
And hails the high-born Thief,
As giver of ethereal fire.

The atomic thrill waits also the clear call
To lift dull bodies till the joy of flesh
Becomes a common luxury;--
To vibrate rhythmically swift
Through all the responsive cells of thought
Till a man might solemnly hold
All things are possible on the bursting earth;--
To energize the mystic self
With consciousness of life deific
Till the whole world, jubilant, should flame
With its glory, actual, concrete, the one sure Truth
Of a rock-girt globe, or a sun-filled space.
--THE AUTHOR.