THE WORLD GROWS BETTER. O H, the earth is full of sinning But the devil makes an inning Every time we say it's so. And to look things in the face. If you glance at history's pages, Far more wicked than our own. There is much that needs amending But in spite of all the trouble And those wrongs shall all be righted For the darkness now is lighted Forth from little motes in Chaos, We have come to what we are, And no evil force can stay us, We shall mount from star to star, We shall break each bond and fetter That has bound us heretofore, And the earth is surely better, Than it ever was before. A THE BED. HARSH and homely monosyllable, Abrupt and musicless, and at its best Yet in this brief and troubled life of man Masked from the world beneath a smiling brow. The wild confession of a crime-stained soul TH DISCONTENT. HE splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. Set suns in place, and filled all space With stars that shone and whirled. If apes had been content with tails, Had come to birth: the king of earth And from the discontent of man The world's best progress springs. Then feed the flame (from God it came), Until you mount on wings. |