PROGRESS

There is no progress in the world of bees,

However wise and wonderful they are.

Their wisdom makes not increase. Lies the bar,

To wider goals, in that tense strife to please

A Sovereign Ruler? Forth from flowers to trees

Their little quest is; not from star to star.

This is not growth; the mighty avatar

Comes not to do his work with such as these.

So in the world of men; when legions toil

To feed a Monarch, and begem a crown,

They build before high heaven a narrowing wall

And the great purpose of Creation spoil.

Not on, and upward, is the trend, but down;

The Race can rise but with the rise of all.