Chapter LXVII

But love outstrips my tale.
Erelong, from shores where surged that surf of song,
Like gems the ocean casts upon its coast,
About me lay a growing store of wealth.
And then, with broaden’d means, led on to push
Toward broaden’d purposes, I spoke and wrote;
And found, anon, while aiding here and there
Where aid was rare, wide opening to my view,
A worthiest mission in this new reform
That seeks to make the server and the served
Walk hand in hand, while wage gives way to share,
And, furthering all men to their furthest due,
Thus lifts the low and lost.