Sober, judicial, observant And full of greater wisdom he was than to laugh with the tipsy Leaders.
His eyes were fixed on the Bishop, vice-regent of God upon earth.
And as I watched the Socialist, the unmoved, the contemplative one, He thoughtfully took his pencil, he took the fine and large card Whereon the names of the rich foods and all the costly wines were printed, And made a few notes of the feast, notes of the Bishop's speech, Notes to remind him to search the slums for the great, God-given prosperity, Which all the Judges, Lawmakers, Captains and Leaders knew to be "our" portion; Notes of the flowers, the wine, the lights, the music, the splendor, Notes of the Leaders' oratory, notes of the Bishop's deep-voiced unctiousness, Notes he made; and as I looked at the notes he was carefully writing, The words ran red like wine and blood, they blazed like the blazing lights! Words they were of blood and fire, that spread, that filled the banquet-hall.
Words of old, I read them--"MENE, MENE, TEKEL, UPHARSHIN!-- Weighed in the Balance you are, ye Leaders respected of men, You Statesmen, Lawmakers, Judges, Captains, Bishops, vice-regents of God! Weighed and tried and found wanting.

Give way, now, to what shall come after! Make ye way for the Men who shall do what ye have but neglected and shirked! Make ye way for a Time which hath more than Power and Greed for its watchwords! Soon your day shall decline forever, your sun shall sink and shall vanish.
Then from the Cellars of Life the darkness-dwellers shall issue, Greeting another daunt which shall have more than pain for its portion.
Then no more shall the humble, the lowly, the friends of the Nazarene Carpenter Be starved, be mangled for gold, be crucified, slaughtered, bled.
Make ye way!...Make ye way!..." Such was the message I read, the words of that fire-writ warning.
Then peace came back to my spirit, calm peace, and hope and patience: Then, through my anger and heat, I thought of the Retribution.
But even more clearly I saw the New Birth of this weary world, This world now groaning in chains, with the bloody sweat of oppression.
These things and many more, such as were hard to write of, I read in the words of the Socialist, patient, peaceful and sober, Full of prophetic vision, above all things hopeful and patient, Written in living flame at the Feast of the Leaders of Men.....