There always was a longing in your heart
For some large labour that should aid mankind.
Dear, listen to me, let me do my part
And help you now that wondrous work to find.
There is but one great need for all the race--
The need of knowledge to uphold its faith.
Then come, or send some message on through space
That shall convince the world there is no death.
In all God's universe there could not be
A holier task, methinks, for any soul.
Oh, not alone to case the heart of me,
But to give consolation to the whole
Sick, suffering hordes of earth, stand not aloof
But cleave the silence with the proof the proof!
Sonnets of sorrow and triumph. by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
New York: George H. Doran, 1918.
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