@3Ye shall hear of wars and rumors of wars: see that ye be not troubled.@1 Wild Europe, red with Wodin's dreadful dew, On fire with Loki's hate, more savage than Beasts that we shame by likening to man, Was it toward this the toiling centuries grew? Was it for this the Reign of Love began In that young heretic, that gracious Jew, Whose race his followers flout the ages through? Is Time at last a mere comedian, Mocking in cap and bells our pompous boast Of progress? Nay, we will not bear it so. A million hands launch ships to succor woe; The stars that shudder o'er the slaughtering host Rain blessing on the Red Cross groups that go Careless of shrapnel, emulous for the post Where foul diseases wreak their uttermost Of horror. Saintship walks incognito As scoffing Science, but Christ knows his own. Sway as it may the war-god's fell caprice, The victories of Love shall still increase Until at last, from all this wail and moan, Rises the song of brotherhood to cease No more, no more,—the song that shall atone Even for this mad agony. The throne That war is building is the throne of Peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLOSSOM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE LILIES: 12. 'YET I ENDURE.' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A PASSSGE TO ITALY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 137 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE MY FATHER'S CHILD by GERTRUDE BLOEDE EXTEMPORE LINES IN ANSWER TO A CARD by ROBERT BURNS |