Wars most hideous crimes Besmirch the record of these modern times. I see the greed and lust. The death throes of a giant evil fill The air with riot and confusion. Pregnant with promise is the hour, and grand The trust you leave in my all-willing hand. As one who throws a flickering taper's ray To light departing feet, my shadowed way You brighten with your faith.
Faith makes the man.
Alas, that my poor foolish age outran Its early trust in God. Faith is not dead, tho' priest and creed may pass. For thought has leavened the whole unthinking mass, And man looks now to find the God within. In this new era. We are drawing near Unatlased boundaries of a larger sphere.