Poem July 12, 1952 Issue

CEASE AND BEGIN

Lillian M. Carter

"Cease ye," Isaiah said, "from man, whose breath
Is in his nostrils." Cease you from that man
Whose origin is dust, whose end is death.
Time-hampered years his intervening span.
Identify man no longer as a chance
Dream object of self-pity and of pride;
Victim of matter, slave of circumstance,
Accused erroneously, arrested, tried,
Unfairly sentenced; having no redress
In his constricted, gloomy finity
Cease you, and seek the range of boundlessness,
Forever measure of divinity.
Cease, and begin to know yourself: the son,
Authentic utterance, of the illimitable One.

Lillian M. Carter

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