So long as men can live and live to see 
Restrainèd not in action's course or bent; 
So long as those still fall be-weeping misery 
In silent haze of prideful government; 
So long as things to grow and wilt as nature's course 
To back to further proof of night's decay;
When saws of ruggèd truths run shrill and hoarse 
And longing grows for richness of the day;
So long as souls grow small in poverished men 
And love grows full with stoppered well of life;
So long as thoughts exist beyond words' ken
And honest souls to learn the tongue of strife; 
My writer's call has yet its physic's reign 
In fruit of lightened need, where naught's in vain.