O blind and selfish! Helpless as the beast Who sees no meaning in a soul released
And given flesh to grow in—to work through!
Think you that God has nothing else to do
Than endlessly the same set phrase?
Are life’s great spreading, upward-reaching ways
Laid for the beasts to climb on till the top
Is reached in you, you think, and there you stop!
They were raised up, obedient to force
Which lifted them, unwitting of their course.
You have new power, new consciousness, new sight;
You can help God! You stand in the great light
Of seeing him at work. You can go on
And walk with him, and feel the glory won.
And here you sit, content to and strive
To keep your kind of............