Master of Life

A realist he, probing the cosmic stuff
In thunder-bolt or star, acorn or fly,
Viewing our troubled race, as from a bluff,
Sure-footed, staunch of eye.

A realist he, shifting the fates of man
To man's own powers, with earth as revelator:
" For if by her laws he foresee and plan,
Man is himself creator. "

His class-room was a shrine of hopes and aims
For youth yet graveled by old creed and myth,
With ritual read from Dewey, Bergson, James,
And hymns from Meredith.

His study was an oracle for tears,
First-love, tiffs, pains; a realist, to and fro,
He solved his own endeavors, risks, and fears
By facts and foresight ... so,

Getting with child (by chance) his sickly bride
(They married late, and married for the soul),
He thumbed imported books (in French), pop-eyed,
For aids to birth-control.
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