WE call them dumb -- yet daily there uprise A million piteous calls of agony, Pleadings for peace and to be let alone; For every inch of earth there is a moan, Through all the air athwart the land or sea, God, how the wailings storm the very skies! Call them not dumb until the master, man, Slow-taught by fellow-feeling, learns to give Each humblest creature in the Mystic Plan The privilege of breath, the chance to live: Then haply shall the clamor die away, Lost in the love of that diviner day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS NOVEMBER BLUE by ALICE MEYNELL THE CAT OF CATS by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS ARCADIA: SESTINA by PHILIP SIDNEY TO A GIRL by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 16. CUPID HIMSELF STUNG by PHILIP AYRES |