POET:
I had rather taste the common lot and know myself a
man, full-statured, Than live like a louse upon the backs of the Poor.
TRUTH: Better a tent with Justice than a Palace with Wrong.
POET: Oh, for clean-limbed, clean-souled men and women.
TRUTH: The body perfectly evolved in the freedom of the back- ward aeons of all time. And the soul to be evolved perfectly In the freedom of the forward aeons.
POET: Who can set a limit to Man's soul?
TRUTH: Who can set bounds unto the sky? Stars beyond stars ; systems beyond systems. He who shall look upon the last sunset, May say he has known the soul of man.
POET: The Idolaters run about like sheep before a rainstorm. Stirring up a great dust and continually bleating : "Let nothing be changed ; we are comfortable." With a confused clamor, as of wild geese which fly up
suddenly From the salt lakes of the Desert, They cry out continually :
"God of Gold, our righteousness is thy righteousness ; "We are good in our own sight ; "We are well-dressed ; we are respectable." Like the angry Sea which snarls upon the sands, They call: "Stone those who dare to be different;
crucify the anarchists ; "To the gallows with the agitators."
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