Where Fear and Hunger Stalked

He searched in vain for beauty pure from dross,

The soul of beauty God had made when He

Had carved the mountains, boundaried the sea ...

But always in his search there fell across

His path the shadow of the albatross

Of selfishness whose discord drowned the free

Clear flutes of gentler birds; bade beauty flee

From terraced gardens ... Long he mourned his loss.

Then through the squalid streets of Greece he walked--

One drooping flower bloomed to lend its grace

Where bone-lean children carved their dreams in dust.

Startled, he saw--where fear and hunger stalked--

The soul of beauty in the withered face

Of one who gave away his last dry crust.