Words of old, I read them--"MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSHIN!--
Weighed in the Balance you are, ye Leaders respected of men,
You Statesmen, Lawmakers, Judges, Captains, Bishops, vice-regents of
God!
Weighed and tried and found wanting. Give way, now, to what shall
come after!
Make ye way for the Men who shall do what ye have but neglected and
shirked!
Make ye way for a Time which hath more than Power and Greed for its
watchwords!
Soon your day shall decline forever, your sun shall sink and shall
vanish.
Then from the Cellars of Life the darkness-dwellers shall issue,
Greeting another daunt which shall have more than pain for its
portion.
Then no more shall the humble, the lowly, the friends of the
Nazarene Carpenter
Be starved, be mangled for gold, be crucified, slaughtered, bled.
Make ye way!...Make ye way!..."
Such was the message I read, the words of that fire-writ warning.
Then peace came back to my spirit, calm peace, and hope and
patience:
Then, through my anger and heat, I thought of the Retribution.
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