Harold
Monro .
Of full strong
blood
in
subtlety
and
strife ,
Hate
the
stark , plain , and
unadventurous
day ;
But
in mysterious
darkness
there
is
life .
Look
deep
into my
eyes , and
thou
shalt
see
Not
theory ,
creed
or
law , but self-belief ;
Not God
or
Jesus , but
Reality ;
Not poverty
or
riches , but -
a thief.
Aye, do
not
start ! Not
one
among
you all
Has my heroic
courage ;
for although
You
have
the
instincts
of the criminal ,
You
lack
the resolution to
be
so.
Search , hypocrites , your hearts, and
sound
them
true :
I
rid
the rich
of
superfluities
;
No man
has
ever starved
through me
--
but
you
Cheat
and
despoil
the humble poor with
lies
.
And
as
for God
;
till He convinces me
By any miracle
,
or
sign
,
or
plan
That
I
am
worse
or
cowardlier
than He
,
I
openly
defy
Prout
(
who
has
entered
unobserved
).
Arrest
that
man
!
I
stand
for
God
on
earth
;
I
am
His
law
,
And
faithfully
will
discharge
my
sacred
trust
.
His
hand was
raised
to
strike you
when He
saw
Me here
with
mine uplifted
—
so
I
must
.
That you have been
an
enemy
to
Christ
;
That
you
have no religion
or
belief
;
That
you
may
even
be
an
anarchist
,
All
that
I
waive
.--
For me you
are
a
thief
;
An
outcast
from
society
,
a
blot
,
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