From a Poet's Heart.

Eileen Duggan wrote in a poem of deep and eloquent feeling:—

“I knew the need of that great brooding heart,
Grown sultry, thunderous, with others’ cares,
For the clean lightning of a purging storm;
Such men as he are like a mood of Christ's,
That mighty mood that thonged the temple clear,
Until the splinters flew like thistledown
And usurers fled cowering from his path.
And yet his anger only matched his love,
It was the cause he fought and not the man,
Knowing that rich and poor, bred of one dust,
Both, born of woman, helpless come and go,
And both are citizens of suffering,”