The Jericho Road
By W. Bion Adkins
Tomorrow’s Fulfillment
* * In the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care– Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words; And so these twain, upon the skirts of time, Sit side by side, full summed in all their powers, Self-reverent each and reverencing each. Then reign the world’s great bridals, chaste and calm; Then springs the crowning race of human kind.
–Alfred Tennyson.