If we dare, it can bear being dammed up 
    for a time, but it must roll on, 
 or the Highlands will drown in their hoarded double portion 
     withheld from the coastal plain. 
  
 Justice is relentless and heavy, yes fitful in youth 
     but in age diligent to the grave. 
 It seeks the sea, and runs over the land. The sea 
     beckons it, like blood from the ground: 
 "Come, justice, roll on! to the gavel and gallows, 
     to the rock at the shore where the lighthouse stands. 
 Come wash the feet of the ones in the shallows 
     or crash against the swashing tide
     and rescue those deep in the chaotic sea." 

cf Amos 5:24