To the New Men

Heat the furnace hot;
Smelt the things of thought
Into dross and dew;
Mould the world anew.

More than earth and sea
Is a heart and eye:
Gird yourselves, and try
All the powers that be.

Wicked, cease at once
Troubling; wearied eyes;
Rest you now, while suns
Dawn and moons arise.

'Stablish heaven to-day;
Cleanse the beast-marked brow;
Wipe all tears away:
Do it — do it now!

Love, and hope, and know:
Man — you must adore him:
Let the whole past go:
Think God's thought before Him.

Knowledge is power? Above
All else, knowledge is love.

Heat the furnace hot:
Smelt the world-old thought
Into dross and dew;
Mould the earth anew.
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