Poem May 17, 1969 Issue

HISTORY LESSON

Peter J. Henniker-Heaton

Do we ask when the dust will settle?
Then we ask in vain.
It was raised when matter stood upright,
And it will not be laid again
Till the mortal is yielded point by point
And earth washed clean as by rain.

But man, whose substance is Spirit,
Walks tall in wind and sun.
His stride exceeds the light-year,
His strength the megaton.
Heaven is his cloudless homeland,
And his story is never done.

Peter J. Henniker-Heaton

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