Of Life, insatiate Mammon feigns to bow

Before the altar of the Prince of Peace.

How long, O God in heaven, wilt thou bide

This mockery of the lowly Christ who died

That sin and greed and enmity might cease?

Not Holy Wars nor death of heretics,

Nor rich cathedrals towering to the sky,

Nor bended knee before the crucifix,

Nor any faith in form can sanctify;

But Brotherhood devoid of selfish strife,

And Love, the incense of a noble life.

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[Pg 46]

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[Pg 47]

GOLD AND GOSSAMER

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[Pg 49]

TO THE MOCKING BIRD

Whence is thy song,

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