  (Specially written for The Healthy Life.) A new race on the ruins of the old Build we: a temple of the human form Fairer than marble, since with life-blood warm, Well crowned with its appointed crown of gold, Russet or ebony; lines clear and bold Beneath—a citadel no ills can storm, Buttressed with health; a type to be the norm In that great age the world shall yet behold. For now the laws of Health and Heaven are seen In their identity, life's body and soul; Though, like divorce, disease may come between What God hath joined; but at the human goal, Where the New Race rules, splendid and serene, Sit Health and Holiness, made one and whole. S. Gertrude Ford. |
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