EQUALITY.

Mad fools! To think that men can be

Made equal all, when God

Made one well nigh divinity

And one a soulless clod.

Nowhere in Nature can we find

Things equal, save in death,

One man must rule with thoughtful mind,

One serve with panting breath.

The maples spread their foliage green

To shade the grass below,

Hills rise the lowly vales between

Or streams would never flow.

A million creatures find a home

Within a droplet's sphere,

And giants through the woodlands roam

While quakes the land in fear.

A tiny fall in music breaks

Against the mountain's base,

While roars an avalanche and shakes

The whole world in its race.

One must be weak and one be strong,

One huge, another small,

To help this teeming world along,

And make a home for all.

Equality is death, not life,

In Nature and with man,

And progress is but upward strife

With some one in the van.