I have descended from the Hidden Place, To make dumb spirits speak and dead feet start: I feel the wind of battles in my face, I hear the song of nations in my heart. I stand by Him, the Hero of the Cross, To hurl down traitors that misspend His bread; I touch the star of mystery and loss To shake the kingdoms of the living dead. I wear the flower of Christus for a crown; I poise the suns and give to each a name; And through the hushed Eternity bend down To strengthen gods and keep their souls from blame. I come to overthrow the ancient wrong, To let the joy of nations rise again; I am Unselfish Service, I am Song, I am the Hope that feeds the hearts of men. I am the Vision in the world-eclipse, And where I pass the feet of Beauty burn; And when I set the bugle to my lips, The youth of work-worn races will return. I am Religion and the church I build, Stands on the sacred flesh with passion packed; In me the ancient gospels are fulfilled— In me the symbol rises into Fact. I am the maker of the People’s bread, I bear the little burdens of the day; Yet in the Mystery of Song I tread The endless heavens and show the stars their way. Even Scales The robber is robbed by his riches; The tyrant is dragged by his chain; The schemer is snared by his cunning; The slayer lies dead by the slain. Dreyfus I A man stood stained! France was one Alp of hate, Pressing upon him with its iron weight. In all the circle of the ancient sun, There was no voice to speak for him—not one. In all the world of men there was no sound But of a sword flung broken to the ground. “‘Tis done!” they said, “unless a felon soul Can tear the leaves out of the Judgment Scroll.” Hell laughed a little season, then behold How one by one the gates of God unfold! Swiftly a sword by Unseen Forces hurled, And then a man rising against the world! II Oh, import deep as life is, deep as time! There is a Something sacred and sublime, Moving behind the worlds, beyond our ken, Weighing the stars, weighing the deeds of men. Take heart, O soul of sorrow, and be strong: There is One greater than the whole world’s wrong. Be hushed before the high benignant Power That goes untarrying to the reckoning hour.