Come with me, Science; let us go into the Church here (say in Georgia); let alone the youth here, they have roses in their cheeks, they know that life is delicious, what need have they of thee? But fix thy keen eye on these grave-faced and mostly sallow married women who make at least half this congregation—these women who are the people that carry around the subscription cards, and feed the preacher and keep him in heart always. See, there is Mrs. S.: her husband and son were killed in the war; Mrs. B.—her husband has been a thriftless fellow, and she has finally found out the damnable fact that she is both stronger and purer than he is, which she is, however, yet sweetly endeavoring to hide from herself and all people; Mrs. C. D. and the rest of the alphabet in the same condition;—Science, I grasp thee by the throat and ask thee with vehement passion, wilt thou take away the Christ (who is to each Deficiency in this house the Completion and Hoped Perfectness) from these women? To-day The Stars tease me, as it were gadflies: And I cannot bear the impudent reds and yellows of the flowers. To many inarticulate Like the great vague wind Against the wire, one word larger Than some languages, nowhere flippant, My song is of all men and times and thoughts, Therefore many, caring not For aught save one man, this time, and finance, Many, many listen not Because I sing for all. Sang I of that little king That owns this special little time, The world were mine; but oh, but oh, I sing all Time that hath no king. And if I sang this man or that, Haply the singer's fee I win; But part's too little: I sing all: I know not parties, cliques, nor times. The old Obligation of goodness has now advanced into the Delight of goodness; the old Curse of Labor into the Delight of Labor; the old Agony of blood-shedding sacrifice into the tranquil Delight of Unselfishness. The Curse of the Jew of Genesis is the Blessing of the modern Gentile. It is as if an avalanche, in the very moment of crushing the kneeling villagers, should turn to a gentle and fruitful rain, and be minister not of death but of life. A GARDEN PARTY