A NEW YEAR POEM THE THREE
... By Maurice Smiley I. I saw three walking, and of all I loved The Second best, the likest unto me. The First had fellowship with brutes, and on His brow was stamped the brand of hate and sin. No pain of penitence was in his eyes No dream of higher things was in his heart. He knew no law but self, and never gazed Above the mire. With ravening hand he struck His climbing comrade down and snatched ...