th sleep--
The faces of all the living
As though they were dead;
"What is Power?" they cried,
Souls that were lost from their masters while they slept--
Trooping through my dream,
"What is Power?"
Now these nineteen hundred years since the Boy
In the temple with The Doctors
Still the wind of faces flying
Through the spaces of my dream,
"WHAT IS POWER?" they cried.

VII

Reading the World Together

It is not necessary to decry science, but it should be cried on the
housetops of education, the world around in this twentieth century, that
science is in a rut of dealing solely with things and that the pronoun
of science is It. While it is obvious that neuter knowledge should have
its place in any real scheme of life, it is also obvious that most of
us, making locomotives, playing with mist, fire and water and lightning,
and the great game with matter, should be allowed to have sex enough to
be men and women a large part of the time, the privilege of being
persons, perchance gods, surmounting this matter we know so much about,
rather than becoming like it.

The next great move of education--the one which is to be expected--is
that the educated man of the twentieth century is going to be educated
by selecting out of all the bare knowledges the warm and human elements
in them. He is going to work these over into a relation to himself and
when he has worked them over into relation to himself, he is going to
work them over through himself into every one else and read the world
together.

It is because the general habit of reading for persons, acquiring one's
knowledge naturally and vitally and in its relation to life, has been
temporarily swept one side in modern education that we are obliged to
face the divorced condition of the educated world to-day. There seem to
be, for the most part, but two kinds of men living in it, living on
opposite sides of the same truths glaring at each other. On the one hand
the anaemically spiritual, broad, big, pallid men, and on the other the
funny, infinitesimal, provincial, matter cornered, matter-of-fact ones.

However useless it may seem to be there is but one way out. Some man is
going to come to us, must come to us, who will have it in him to
challenge these forces, do battle with them, fight with fog on one hand
and desert on the other. There never will be one world in education
until we have one man who can emphasise persons and things together, and
do