I have seen him in the watchfires of an hundred circling camps They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damps, I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps, His day is marching on.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful light…

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel: 'As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush…

I am confirmed in my division of human energies. Ambitious people climb, but faithful people build.