Classic Poem

" All truth is crucified, " we said;
" The right is crushed. There lifts its head
Evil triumphant and elate.
The forces of the dark await
The final word that Truth is dead. "

The Spirit of the Time-to-be,
Of brotherhood, of manhood free,
Spoke to a prostrate world in tears;
" Be not afflicted. Quell thy fears.
Behold the place where over-sea, —
Europe a charnel-house — they laid
And guarded Him. Be not afraid
For He is risen. Every sun
That sees a deed of service done,
A brother's heart by kindness swayed,
Proclaims His resurrection known
Not in graved tower of piled stone,
But in the every act that can
Bring near the Brotherhood of Man. "