Each day a new sword flashes in the van;
Another leader, brave to do or die,
Comes forth, full- furnished for the strife whereby
He gains his growth and stature as a man.
Each day our world, that under the black ban
Of ignorant custom for so long did lie,
Grows bright and brighter, like a clearing sky,
More good and lovely in its wondrous plan.
Yet oh! how few the saved, how small the gain,
How poor the profit as against the cost -
The waste of life, divinely vast and fair,
Potential in starved soul and unfed brain -
The powers that might have been and might be - lost
Only for want of common food and air!
Profit And Loss
Ada Cambridge
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