Ah, Love, the earth is woe’s And sadly helpers needs: And, till its burden goes, Our work is—where it bleeds. - Bernard O'Dowd

All that we love in olden lands and lore Was signal of her coming long ago!
Bacon foresaw her, Campanella, More, And Plato’s eyes were with her star aglow!

They teach and live the Golden Rule Of Young Democracy:—‘That culture, joy and goodliness Be th’ equal right of all:
That Greed no more shall those oppress Who by the wayside fall:‘That each shall share what all men sow: That colour, caste’s a lie:
That man is God, however low— Is man, however high.’

Are you for Light, and trimmed, with oil in place,
Or but a Will o’ Wisp on marshy quest?
A new demesne for to infest?
Or lurks millennial ’neath your face?