The oppressed are
crying out in pain.
Across the aching miles
what can I do?
Can the heart's outreach
range the curving earth
with comfort's healing balm?
Is there sufficient power
within one loving thought?
Surely I can know that
even where men's minds, darkened
with evil, seem eclipsed,
where lovingkindness seems unknown,
where inhumanity heaps degradation
and no one heeds the voiceless cry—
the living Christ will manumit,
and even there
the All of Love must be expressed,
for man, the child of God, is loved and blessed.