That stones and trees ne’er break the law,
But stones and trees remain; that man alone
Is blest with power to fight and conquer Fate,
Transcending bounds and laws.
From him his passive nature fell, and life appeared
As broad and new, and broader newer grew,
Till light ahead began to break, and glimpse of That
Where Peace Eternal dwells,—yet one can only reach
By wading through the sea of struggles,—courage-giving
came.
Then, looking back on all that made him kin
To stocks and stones, and on to what the world
Had shunned him for, his fall, he blessed the fall,
And with a joyful heart, declared it
“Blessed Sin!”
KALI THE MOTHER.
The Stars are blotted out
The clouds are covering clouds,
It is darkness vibrant, sonant,
In the roaring, whirling wind,
Are the souls of a million lunatics,
Just loose from prison-house,
Wrenching trees by the roots
Sweeping all from the path.
The sea has joined the fray
And swirls up mountain waves,
To reach the pitching sky—
The flash of lurid light
