Why not look forward far as Plato looked And see the beauty of our coming life,
As he saw that which might be ours to-day?
If his soul, then, could rise so far beyond
The average of that old time,
When icy peaks of art stood sheer and high
In fat black valleys where the helot ;
If he, from that, could see so far ahead,
Could forecast days when Love and Justice both
Should watch the cradle of a healthy child,
And Wisdom walk with Beauty and pu............