Classic Poem

To feel emotion struggling and to need
O Christ, the power to speak the pregnant word,
That o'er these earthly thunders might be heard
And flame the souls of men to glorious deed —

To know the spirit's urge to rise and lead
The " hosts that sit in darkness " — to be stirred
To light a world, by wrong dimmed and blurred,
To cry aloud against the groveling greed
Of men, with faces ominous and pale,
Who stultify the souls of darker men, —
All this to see, to know, to feel and then —
And then , ignoble, shameful word, to fail ,
Because convention spurns my human cry,
Because, oh, luckless fortune, I am I !