In Vain We Build The City If

The Crest And Crowning Of All Good, Life's Final Star, Is Brotherhood.

Defeat May Serve As Well As Victory To Shake The Soul And Let The Glory Out. When The Great Oak Is Straining In The Wind, The Boughs Drink In New Beauty And The Trunk Sends Down A Deeper Root On The Windward Side. Only The Soul That Knows The Mighty Grief Can Know The Mighty Rapture, Sorrows Come To Stretch Out Spaces In The Heart For Joy.

At The Heart Of The Cyclone Tearing The Sky And Flinging The Cloud And The Towers By, Is A Place Of Central Calm: So Here In The Roar Of Mortal Things, I Have A Place Where My Spirit Sings, In The Hollow Of God's Palm.

In Vain We Build The City If We Do Not First Build The Man.

He Drew A Circle That Shut Me Out- Heretic , Rebel, A Thing To Flout. But Love And I Had The Wit To Win: We Drew A Circle And Took Him In ! From The Poem " Outwitted