Humanity to serve, With loving heart and nerve, Are seen in Buddha, and in Florence Nightingale. And to what depths of leonine lust and crime A cruel man may go, Scattering fear, ruin, woe, Witness fierce Nero and Caligula! In each these possible heights and depths betide, All, then, may freely choose, None can the choice refuse, Between the higher and the lower guide. Where selfishness and unchecked passions stray As ruling motives sole, To reach a tinselled goal, There crouches the ferocious beast of prey. Shall life to us be crowned with blessings sure, As noblest woman's life, Harmonious 'mid all strife, Or blurred with bestial appetites impure? Surely the answer should be prompt and plain, That we, at any cost, Will not be so far lost As to permit the beast o'er love to reign. The purport of the dual female form, Shrines the grand truth, that Might Should bravely nourish Right, Life's checkered pathway sweetly to adorn. 'Tis said the Sphynx in ancient Afric' stood Upon the great highway, Beckoning all to stay, Who passed, to guess life's riddle if they could, Which if they failed in, she devoured them there, As she believed that they Who would not learn life's way, Were not entitled its best joys to share. But Oedipus, a wiser man than most Passing, the riddle guessed, That gave the Sphynx sweet rest, And forthwith she descended from her post. Knowing her secret, once devined, would be Learned by all thinkers, then