By many flashes read the vision clear

That every heart is equal debtor

To its own and every breast

For the good before the better,

The better toward the best.

When we who hugged awhile the golden bowl

Of greed behold it now a sieve

Through which is drained invisibly

A nectar we were saving for the soul,

Then not in vain have many gone

The empty ways of stealth

Seeking a firmer base than honesty

For building happiness upon....

And by the ancient agonizing test

We have slowly guessed

That a just portion of the whole

Is all there is of wealth.

When those who labor wake

And care ...

And through the tingling air

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