One day, I saw an unknown woman stand. She seemed to have descended from the skies; Wings graced her back, and heaven was in her eyes, Honey her mouth; and with a gentle hand The tired voyager, the drooping head, She guided to a pathway through life's shade. The human race with her was unafraid; She seemed to whisper: "Ye have been misled." Behind her awful monsters I could see, Quiet; Nero, in tears. At times She was so good she witless seemed to be. I bowed in worship, as at service chimes. ... She read my thought, and smiled me unto shame: You think me PITY ... JUSTICE is my name. |