Within the town of Buffalo Are prosy men with leaden eyes, Like ants they worry to and fro (Important men in Buffalo.) But only twenty miles away A deathless glory is at play; Niagara, Niagara …
The individual has become a mere cog in an enormous organization of things and powers which tear from his hands all progress, spirituality, and value in order to transform them from their subjective form into the form of a purely objective life.
