A Song Of Men
Don Marquis
Out of the soil and the slime, Reeking, they climb, Out of the muck and the mire, Rank, they aspire; Filthy with murder and mud, Black with shed blood, Lust and passion and clay— Dying, they slay; Stirred by vague hints of a goal, Seeking a soul! Groping through terror and night Up to the light: Life in the dust and the clod Sensing a God; Flushed of the glamor and gleam Caught from a dream; Stained of the struggle and toil, Stained of the soil, Ally of God in the end— Helper and friend— Hero and prophet and priest Out of the beast!
