UNSHAKEN EMPIRES

“ We are shaking the world,”

He said,

“ With our conflict of black shirt and red,

‘We are clearing the stage

For a saner age,

And the old taboos are dead.”

Said the old, old woman : “ Shake on !

Thave watched men shaking this eighty year,

My son.”

“We have conquered the air”

He said,

“And distance and time are fled

Our liners race

Through realms of space

With their silver wings out-spread.”

Said the old, old woman : “Such fuss!

‘The swallows could do it before they heard Of us!”

“We have finished with God,”

Said he.

“From the shackles of myth break free!

There is little need

Of an out-worn creed

And a futile deity.”

Said the old, old woman: “Let be!

God sits at my fire side waiting to talk to me