Olga
You shall obtain more glorious martyrdom—
Give your own soul to serve the countless souls
Who in the days to come shall bless the Few—
For we are few as yet—we are the First.
Thousands will join us till the world is won.
Will you be of the First?
Olga.Were this to serve
A holy cause unholily?
Dim.Mere words.
To answer them I will but bid you stand
Outside yourself. Look at the beautiful soul
Within you revelling so delicately
In its own perfectness, not seeking praise,
But self-assured, in self-approval proud,—
And useless to your fellows., Look on it,
As I portray it—not as you, but yours.
Then think you hear a voice inspired, the voice
Of all humanity that calls on you
To fling a stone at that bright rainbow-thing
You treasure—that fair vision of yourself—
And shatter it to fragments.
Olga.I am nothing,
Unless I can do service to the cause;
And what I can I will do. Only tell me
What, what shall be that service?
Dim.You shall know it
When the time comes.
Give your own soul to serve the countless souls
Who in the days to come shall bless the Few—
For we are few as yet—we are the First.
Thousands will join us till the world is won.
Will you be of the First?
Olga.Were this to serve
A holy cause unholily?
Dim.Mere words.
To answer them I will but bid you stand
Outside yourself. Look at the beautiful soul
Within you revelling so delicately
In its own perfectness, not seeking praise,
But self-assured, in self-approval proud,—
And useless to your fellows., Look on it,
As I portray it—not as you, but yours.
Then think you hear a voice inspired, the voice
Of all humanity that calls on you
To fling a stone at that bright rainbow-thing
You treasure—that fair vision of yourself—
And shatter it to fragments.
Olga.I am nothing,
Unless I can do service to the cause;
And what I can I will do. Only tell me
What, what shall be that service?
Dim.You shall know it
When the time comes.
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