Deep buried out of sight of men
Under the crust of ages lies
What can bring power and light to all.
Grim engineers hoist rigs, and then
Drill down into dark mysteries
To tap this fluid mineral.
I too would drill with tongue and pen
Deep in the heart, and there surprise
A wealth of richness spiritual.
Down through the shell of self, the skin
Of snide and callous sophistries,
The rock of hatred primeval.
So there would gush and gush again
The pent-up feelings; and hard eyes
Would melt and gleam, and tears might fall.