which are reason and love.
Obviously it can use no others, without self-destruction; yet it has
to meet enemies who fight with the old weapons of force and fraud.
Whether it will prevail is more than any prophet can say. Perhaps it
is too much to ask that it should succeed--this insolent effort of the
pigmy man to leap upon the back of his master and fit a bridle into
his mouth. Perhaps it is nothing but a dream in the minds of a few,
the scientists and poets and inventors, the dreamers of the race.
Perhaps the nerve of the pigmy will fail him at the critical moment,
and he will fall from the back of his master, and under his master's
hoofs.

The hour of the decision is now; for this we can see plainly, and as
scientists we can proclaim it--the human race is in a swift current of
degeneration, which a new morality alone can check. The struggle is at
its height in our time; if it fails, if the fibre of the race
continues to deteriorate, the soul of the race to be eaten out by
poverty and luxury, by insanity and disease, by prostitution, crime
and war--then mankind will slip back into the abyss, the untamed
giants of Nature will resume their ancient sway, and the tides, the
tempest and the lightning will sweep the earth clean again. I do not
believe that this calamity will befall us. I know that in the diseased
social body the forces of resistance are gathering--the Socialist
movement, in the broad sense--the activities of all who believe in the
possibility of reconstructing society upon a basis of reason, justice
and love. To such people this book goes out: to the truly religious
people, those who hunger and thirst after righteousness here and now,
who believe in brotherhood as a reality, and are willing to bear pain
and ridicule and privation for the sake of its ultimate achievement.

From discord and defeat,
From doubt and lame division,
We pluck the fruit and eat;
And the mouth finds it bitter, and the spirit sweet....
O sorrowing hearts of slaves,
We heard you beat from far!
We bring the light that saves,
We bring the morning star;
Freedom's good things we bring you, whence all good things are....

#Envoi#

I have come to the end of my task; but one question troubles me. I
think of the "young men and maidens meek" who will read this book, and
I wonder what they will make of it. We have had a lark together; we
have gone romping down the vista of the ages,