“He who devises tyranny,” she said,

“Denies the resurrection of the dead,

Beneath his own degree degrades himself,

Invades himself with ugliness and wars.

But he who knows all men to be himself,

Part of his own experiment and reach,

Humbles and amplifies himself

To build and share a tenement of stars.”

Once when we broke a loaf of bread

And shared the honey, Celia said:

“To share all beauty as the interchanging dust,

To be akin and kind and to entrust

All men to one another for their good,

Is to have heard and understood,

And carried to the common enemy

In you and me,

The ultimatum of democracy.”

“But to what goal?” I wondered. And I heard her happy speech:

“It is my faith that God is our own dream

Of perfect understanding of the soul.

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