The awful opulence, and awful need;
The rise of brotherhood--the fall of greed,

The soul of man replete with God's own force,
The call "to heights," and not the cry "to horse," -

Are there not better themes in this great age
For pen of poet, or for voice of sage

Than those old tales of killing? Song is dumb
Only that greater song in time may come.

When comes the bard, he whom the world waits for,
He will not sing of War.



SONG OF THE SPIRIT



All the aim of life is just
Getting back to God.
Spirit casting off its dust,
Getting back to God.
Every grief we have to bear
Disappointment, cross, despair
Each is but another stair
Climbing back to God.