Sometimes, I think, we all are filled with awe
When we examine lives of better men
And ponder on their greatness, for just when
In any life is there the time to draw
From every well of knowledge? What they saw
And heard in books and nature must have been
The meat of their existence; and the pen
Each wielded was a fount of changing law
For after-ones to see, too, overthrown
With new-discovered facts. Yet, some there are
Who, seeing Hebrew history outgrown,
The Great and their achievements great would bar
From thought, from schools They let their fierce pride sting
Their fairness, while they mouth, “Let Freedom Ring”!
by Ray Romine Friday, December 7, 1945
