_Sad man_, _Sad man_, _tell me_, _pray_,
_What did you see to-day_?
I saw the unloved and unhappy old, waiting for slow delinquent death
to come;
Pale little children toiling for the rich, in rooms where sunlight is
ashamed to go;
The awful almshouse, where the living dead rot slowly in their hideous
open graves.
And there were shameful things.
Soldiers and forts, and industries of death, and devil-ships, and
loud-winged devil-birds,
All bent on slaughter and destruction. These and yet more shameful
things mine eyes beheld:
Old men upon lascivious conquest bent, and young men living with no
thought of God,
And half-clothed women puffing at a weed, aping the vices of the
underworld,
Engrossed in shallow pleasures and intent on being barren wives.
These things I saw.
(How God must loathe His earth!)
_Glad man_, _Glad man_, _tell me_, _pray_.
_What did you see to-day_?
I saw an agèd couple, in whose eyes
Shone that deep light of mingled love and faith,
Which makes the earth one room of paradise,
And leaves no sting in death.
I saw vast regiments of children pour,
Rank after rank, out of the schoolroom door
By Progress mobilised. They seemed to say:
‘Let ignorance make way.
We are the heralds of a better day.’
I saw the college and the church that stood
For all things sane and good.
I saw God’s helpers in the shop and slum
Blazing a path for health and hope to come,
And True Religion, from the grave of creeds,
Springing to meet man’s needs.
I saw great Science reverently stand
And listen for a sound from Border-land,
No longer arrogant with unbelief—
Holding itself aloof—
But drawing near, and searching high and low
For that complete and all-convincing proof
Which shall permit its voice to comfort grief,
Saying, ‘We know.’
I saw fair women in their radiance rise
And trample old traditions in the dust.
Looking in their clear eyes,
I seemed to hear these words as from the skies:
‘He who would father our sweet children must
Be worthy of the trust.’
Against the rosy dawn, I saw unfurled
The banner of the race we usher in,
The supermen and women of the world,
Who make no code of sex to cover sin;
Before they till the soil of parenthood,
They look to it that seed and soil are good.
And I saw, too, that old, old sight, and best—
Pure mothers, with dear babies at the breast.
These things I saw.
(How God must love His earth!)