QUARTZ from the UPLANDS

Who Say? “All songs have been sung; All tales have been told; Live tongues are still’d— Worn smooth by precedent!”

In the fullness of the soul There lives—strong bound— Only to be unloos’d by greater deed and action; An unfathomable wealth From which to draw forever— Never to be wholly used.

Is it for you To stand at the bier of the dead past Mute—to consent, that: “All! has been sung and writ”?

No! Insistingly, Persistently beat loud upon the temple door—steeled well to hear the mock and din and laughter and deriding, doubting shouts of those within, That you may full awake the throng without— Those who sleep, work, hope and pray. You must proclaim again, again, This Truth! The multitude at last will stand aghast, amazed, ashamed; Thy liberty deny, Yea, crucify.