y fecund in creeds,
interests, institutions. Of which the chief is Property, most cruel
and blind of all, who devours us, ere we know it, in the guise of
Security and Peace, killing the bodies of some, the souls of most, and
growing ever fresh from the root, in forms that but seem to be new,
until the root itself be cut away by the sword of the spirit. What
that sword shall be called, socialism, anarchy, what you will, is small
matter, so but the hand that wields it be strong, the brain clear, the
soul illumined, passionate and profound. But where shall the champion
be found fit to wield that weapon?

"He will not be found; he must be made. By Man Man must be sown. Once
he might trust to Nature, while he was laid at her breast. But she has
weaned him; and the promptings she no longer guides, he may not blindly
trust for their issue. While she weeded, it was hers to plant; but she
weeds no more. He of his own will uproots or spares; and of his own
will he must sow, if he would not have his garden a wilderness. Even
now precious plants perish before his eyes, even now weeds grow rank,
while he watches in idle awe, and prates of his own impotence. He has
given the reins to Desire, and she drives him back to the abyss. But
harness her to the car, with reason for charioteer, and she will grow
wings to waft him to his goal. That in him that he calls Love is but
the dragon of the slime. Let him bury it in the grave of Self, and it
will rise a Psyche, with wings too wide to shelter only the home. The
Man that is to be comes at the call of the Man that is. Let him call
then, soberly, not from the fumes of lust. For as is the call, so will
be the answer.

"But for what should he call? For Pagan? For Christian? For neither,
and for both. Paganism speaks for the men in Man, Christianity for the
Man in men. The fruit that was eaten in Paradise, sown in the soul of
man, bore in Hellas its first and fairest harvest. There rose upon the
world of mind the triple sun of the Ideal. Aphrodite, born of the
foam, flowered on the azure main, Tritons in her train and Nereids,
under the flush of dawn. Apollo, radiant in hoary dew, leapt from the
eastern wave, flamed through the heaven, and cooled his hissing wheels
in the vaporous west. Athene, sprung from the brain of God, armed with
the spear of truth, moved grey-eyed over the earth probing the minds of
men. Love, Beauty, Wisdom, behold the Pagan Trinity! Through w