He saw Life jaded by the mystic Nile,
While weaving tapestry of brick and sone
To mesh its merriment and seal its smile.
He brought the fore-time to this after-time,
He questioned workers, warriors, poets, sages.
Then whispered to himself: 'Nor tribe, nor clime,
Nor God, nor Devil can unwed the ages.'
The Prophet felt the ache that we are feeling,
The Prophet saw the greed that bows us under;
And heard the echo of our tense appealing
For brotherhood that dares not halt nor blunder.
The Past will be the Present. Let us make
To-day to-morrow for our children's sake.
Published in The Crisis, August 1920