Classic Poem

Out of the soil and the slime,
Reeking, they climb.

Out of the muck and the mire,
Rank, they aspire;

Filthy with murder and mud,
Black with shed blood,

Lust and passion and clay —
Dying, they slay;

Stirred by vague hints of a goal,
Seeking a soul!

Groping through terror and night
Up to the light:

Life in the dust and the clod
Sensing a God;

Flushed of the glamour and gleam
Caught from a dream;

Stained of the struggle and toil,
Staind of the soil,

Ally of God in the end —
Helper and friend —

Hero and prophet and priest
Out of the beast!