"Wilt thou call again thy peoples, wilt thou craze anew thy Kings?
"Lo! my lightnings pass before thee, and their whistling servant brings,
"Ere the drowsy street hath stirred
"Every masked and midnight word,
"And the nations break their fast upon these things.
"So I make a jest of Wonder, and a mock of Time and Space
"The roofless Seas an hostel, and the Earth a market-place,
"Where the anxious traders know
"Each is surety for his foe,
"And none may thrive without his fellows' grace.
"Now this is all my subtlety and this is all my wit,
"God give thee good enlightenment, My Master in the Pit-
"But behold all Earth is laid
"In the Peace which I have made,
"And behold I wait on thee to trouble it!"
A SONG OF THE WHITE MEN
1899
NOW, this is the cup the White Men drink
When they go to right a wrong,
And that is the cup of the old world's hate
Cruel and strained and strong.
We have drunk that cup and a bitter, bitter cup
And tossed the dregs away.
But well for the world when the White Men drink
To the dawn of the White Man's day!
