By Richard Garnett
WHEN Deities from earth departute made,
Justice I marked in attitude to soar ;
No bandage veiled her eyes ; no blade she bore ;
Nor from her hand her wonted balance swayed.
” Goddess,” I cried, with tongue and heart dismayed,
” Bereft of thee and thine, how any more
Shall Grief be stilled ? or Faith with Hope adore ?
Wrong be annulled ? or Benefit repaid ?”
” Fear not,” she said, ” though far I seem to wend
Who omnipresent am, and whose award
Hath course by automatic Law sublime ;
My bandage blinds the vulgar ; on my sword
The malefactor falls ; my scales depend
In nicest balance from the hand of Time.”
Garnett, Richard. “Justice.” The Yellow Book, vol. 6, July 1895, p. 177. Yellow Book Digital Edition, edited by Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2010-2014. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2020. https://1890s.ca/YBV6_garnett_justice/