If we tried To sink the past beneath our feet, be sure The future would not stand.

Souls are dangerous things to carry straight through all the spilt saltpetre of this world.

Light tomorrow with today!

We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.

But the child's sob curses deeper in the silence than the strong man in his wrath!

XI I sang his name instead of song; Over and over I sang his name: Backward and forward I sang it along, With my sweetest notes, it was still the same! I sang it low, that the slave-girls near Might never guess, from what they could hear, That all the song was a name.

Oh, the little birds sang east, and the little birds sang west.