There must be refuge! Men + 

Perished in winter winds till one smote fire + 

From flint stones coldly hiding what they held, + 

The red spark treasured from the kindling sun; + 

They gorged on flesh like wolves, till one sowed corn, + 

Which grew a weed, yet makes the life of man; + 

They mowed and babbled till some tongue struck speech, + 

And patient fingers framed the lettered sound. + 

What good gift have my brothers, but it came + 

From search and strife and loving sacrifice? + 

Edwin Arnold + 

Never yet + 

Share of Truth was vainly set + 

In the world’s wide fallow; + 

After hands shall sow the seed, + 

After hands, from hill and mead, + 

Reap the harvests yellow. + 

Whittier + 