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 Still ye find him when, breathless, burning, Summer flames upon square and street, When the fortunate ones of the earth are turning Their thoughts to meadows and meadow-sweet; Far away from the wide green valley, The bramble patch where the white-throat sings, Lazarus sweats in his crowded alley, Receiving his evil things

In the name of Knowledge the race grows healthier, In the name of Freedom the world grows great; And men are wiser, and men are wealthier, But—Lazarus lies at the rich man's gate. Lies as he lay through human history, Fame of heroes and pomp of kings, At the rich man's gate, an abiding mystery, Receiving his evil things.

A Parable

(See page 189)

Said Christ our Lord, "I will go and see How the men, my brethren, believe in me." He passed not again through the gate of birth, But made himself known to the children of earth.

Then said the chief priests, and rulers, and kings, "Behold, now, the Giver of all good things; Go to, let us welcome with pomp and state Him who alone is mighty and great."