From these wild hills that ring with feudal strife, From this dark land where eyes and souls are blind, Be it my task to raise, for humankind, A prophet-king who shall bring grace to life: Thus to our sires spake wise and kindly Fate; She brought them joy, and touched their hearts with hope That men would not forever dumbly grope In bogs of greed, in sloughs of lust and hate. Thus came our Prophet, harbinger of peace -- Though who could guess what bloody years must be Ere hate should yield to his rare charity! -- Or who could know how his strange life should cease! Yet Fate failed not: she brought a god to earth In whose meek heart our great new age had birth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON THE BUILDING OF SPRINGFIELD by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE VALLEY OF UNREST (2) by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II TO LORD BYRON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PENULTIMATE PURITAN by HELEN L. BARNES EPITAPH ON THE TOMBSTONE OF A CHILD, LAST OF SEVEN THAT DIED BEFORE by APHRA BEHN |