like this cannot be useless out of the depths by may american writer and sometimes i feel the tide of life in me flood upward high and higher till i stand with energy a god young in my youth and power but not for long the grip of poverty me sets my daily task the eyes of those i love looking to me for bread me like through very love i am bound these cares and fears tear at my leave me broken spent and tis spent my life my wondrous life so with rich powers that stuff in me from which heroic deeds great thoughts and noble poems might be made is from me is in wealth and spent by others save that i and mine receive a mere existence bare of hope and joy bare even of comfort stretched and bound in agony on labor s rock we live and die � to the cry for justice co a by most and poet and during the war an army nurse and later a government clerk discharged for what his considered an book not songs of loyalty alone are these but songs of also for i am the sworn poet of every rebel the world over and he going with me leaves peace and routine behind him and his life to be lost at any moment when liberty goes out of a place it is not the first to go nor the second or third to go it waits for all the rest to go � it is the last when there are no more memories of and heroes and when all life and all the souls of men and women are discharged from any part of the earth then only shall liberty or the idea of liberty be discharged from that part of the earth and the come into full possession out of the depths by poet and editor born and of you will long resist me you will deceive yourself with you will find me weak you will count me only one against a million you will see the world seem to go on just as it is one day another succeeding in dead in children starvation handing starvation on the innocently played against the people demand and supply for the production of a blind the landlord the land the money the production all will seem to go on just as it is and you who resist me will be you will say the universe is against me you will say i am cursed or you will in your moments ask what s the use but all this time i will be keeping on doing nothing unusual only keeping on asleep or awake keeping on compelled to say the say of justice all by myself willing to wait until you are shaken up and convinced until you will say it to yourself and say it to yourself you will there are things ahead that will stir you out of your or or doubt give you an immortal awakening so you will never sleep again i do not know just what it will be but something and you know it when it comes and then you will understand why i am calm why i am not worried by the cry for justice delay why i am not defeated by why all the big that seem to be me do not seem to worry the one little thing that is for me why my faith itself against your property why my soul itself against injustice why i am willing to say words that are thought personally unkind for the sake of a result that is universally sweet why i look in your face and see you long before you are able to see yourself why you with all your fortified rights doubt and despair why i without any right at all am cheerful and confident why you tremble when one little man with one little voice asks you a why i do not tremble with all the states and churches and political at my heels l from towards by edward carpenter english poet and philosopher bom of t � � so white faced machine made turned out by out of offices out of by thousands all alike � huddled up in clothes fearing a chill a drop of rain looking timidly at the sea and sky as at strange monsters or running back so quick to their and with washed out small eyes � what are these are they men and women out of the depths each denying himself hiding himself are they men and women so like � a breath of propriety or custom a draught of wind the mere threat of pain or of danger for a breath of the sea and the great a hardy live man walking his way through it all thousands of men the waves and the storms splendid in health naked catching the hon with their hands a thousand swift footed and free � owners of themselves forgetful of themselves in all their actions � full of joy and laughter and action not so differently from the men joining with them m their games and sports sharing also their labors free to hold their own to grant or withhold their love the same as the men strong well equipped in muscle and skill clear of and affectation � the men too clear of much and conceit � comrades together equal in intelligence and adventure trusting without concealment loving without shame but with and towards a perfect passion for a breath of the sea the necessity and of the great elements themselves swimming the rivers the sun the cold the animals and the earth conquering the air with wings and each other with love � the true the human society the cry for justice w t ip of l from by william moody american poet and god dear god does she know her 