To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."

I am the voice of the voiceless; Through me the dumb shall speak. Till the deaf world's ears be made to hear. The wrongs of the wordless weak. And I am my brothers keeper, And I will fight his fights; And speak the words for beast and bird. Till the world shall set things right.

Yes, I have dreams. I ofttimes dream of Love As radiant and brilliant as a star. As changeless, too, as that fixed light afar Which glorifies vast worlds of space above.

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused.

Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me.