From The Topeka State Journal, January 12, 1915. By Edward H. Pfeiffer.
I am a coward, that I know.
I am a nothingness, sham;
And yet withal I feel I am
Fine-chiseled as a cameo.
I am a crust of slimy mire,
A slave to fear, to doubt, to shame;
And yet I feel within my flame
A soaring spark of solar fire.
I am a clotted, earthly clod,
A shade, a mere nonentity;
I know the beast that lurks in me,
And yet I feel that I am God!