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Show ETERNAL JUSTICE. Charles Mackay, The man Is thought a knave or fool. Or bigot, plotting crime, Who, for the advancement of his race, Is wiser than his time. For Ulm the hemlock shall distill, For him tho axe be bared ; For him the gibbet shal be built, For him the stake prepared; Him shall the scorn and wrath of men Pursue with deadly aim; And malice, envy, spite and lies, Shall desecrate bis name. For round and round we run, And ever the right comes uppermost And ever Is Justice done. Pace through thy cell, old Socrates, Cherrily to and fro; Trust to the inpulse ofthy soul And let the poison flow. They may shatter to earth the lump of clay That hold a light divine, But they cannot quench the fire of thought By any such deadly wine; Tbey can not blot thy spoken words From the memory of man, By all the poiBon ever was brewed Since time its course began. To-day abhorred, to-morrow adorod, So round and round we run, And ever the truth comes uppermost, And ever is Justice done. Plod to thy grave, gray Anchorite; Be wiser than thy peers ; Augment the range of human power, And trust to the coming years. They may call thee wizard and monk accursed And load thee with dispraise; Thou wert born five hundred years too soon For the comfort of thy days. But not too eoon for human kind ; Time hath reward in store; And the demons of our sires become The blind can see, the slave Is lord; So rouud and round we run, And ever the wrong Is proved to be wrong, And ever Is justice done. Keep, Galileo, to thy thought, And nerve thy soul to bear; They may gloat over the senseless words they wring From the pani?s of thy despair; They may, veil their eyes, but they cannot hide The sun's meridian glow ; The heel of a priest may tread thee down, And a tyrant work thee woe ; Butnever a truth has been destroyed. They may curse It and call tt crime; Pervert and betrav. or slander and Blay Its teachers for a time. But the sunshine aye shull light the sky, As round and round we run, And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And Justice shall be done. And live there now such men as these With thoughts like the great of old? Many have died In their misery And loft their thought untold. And many live and ar j ranked as mad, And placed. in the cold world's ban, For lending their bright far-seeing souls Three centuries In the van. They toil In penury and grief. Unknown If not maligned ; Forlorn, forlorn, bearing the scorn Of the meanest of mankind. But yet the world goes round and round, And the gonial saasons run, And ever the truth comes uppermost, And ever Is Justice done. |