In all the ages
Thought has never been imprisoned.
New tyrannies may still
Impose imperious, unholy will
Upon the shrinking flesh of race or creed,
But thought goes free;
Never, while ages last,
Can thought be crucified
Or death bombs blast
It to vacuity!
Take, therefore, this imperishable power, translate
To brotherhood all earthborn lust and hate,
Let the sweet dignity of man arise
And every concept pass beneath Love's rod;
Only in unselfed thinking freedom lies—
Think, then, the thoughts of God!
