Classic Poem

A sound of muttering, faint and far and low —
A sound of stirring restlessly about —
A harsher note and frequently a shout —
Of red defiance? not of peace I trow;
Oh, self deceived and blind who do not know
The meaning of this unaccustomed rout!
Do you not feel the frenzy? Can you doubt
The triumph of Race Hatred's overthrow?
The moving millions of the darker clan
Have wakened to Jehovah's ancient cry —
Not stunted, greedy, boastful, pale-faced man
Omnipotent is — " verily none save I! "
And piercing the dark clouds of dreadful night
Behold! they greet the light, the light, The Light!