Towards democracy

The British - 467

Be tt man or nation—he already has writ fis condemnation clear in all men’s hearts. 'Tis better he should die.

Tue BrirTIsH, A.D. IQOI

S the light descends to drown and redeem the world, And the sea quivers answering to its depths, And the rocks and trees stand up in the blue air like transparent creatures, And the wheeling pigeons are a part of it all, So is Loye among the children of menWithout which they have no being.

For I seemed to see in vision a people that knew not Love,

With cold-mutton faces and ¢od-fish eyes hurrying around,

Intent on endless quests, and gathering wealth in high and low places, and picking over the scrap-heaps of the world,

And building up carefully their own good names and reputations,

2 And following up clues of knowledge and philanthropy,

and feeding piously and punctually the lusts of their bodies.

And it was like half-blind folk in a dark place hurrying up and down,

Flurting against one another in lost and aimless confusion,

Weary and senseless, stupefied and without originality,

Because indeed the one thing that might make life rational and vital was absent.