We fight not for ourselves--for we are but the momentary hands and eyes of the Life of the World.

So you, Father Redwood, taught us.

Through us and through the little folk the Spirit looks and learns.

From us by word and birth and act it must pass--to still greater lives.

This earth is no resting place; this earth is no playing place, else indeed we might put our throats to the little people's knife, having no greater right to live than they.