Edward Strieby Steele

“ And every influence unblest
The bloom of human love that blights—
Out of the soul’s hot inner cell
Breaks forth implacable a curse,
The curse of him who loveth well—
Of all the curses none is worse. ”

“ And law where men submit to laws;
But with the cutthroat ’tis a fool
Attempts to arbitrate his cause.
Nor ends responsibility
Within the nation’s narrow close;
The world is one community,
Each state to all allegiance owes. ”

“ Stands out to mitigate this blame?
On what kind thought does Justice wait?
What seeds of omen good may hide
Deep in the Turkish breast, God knows;
Scarce will they spring while rampant pride
Yields ever fresh return of woes. ”