NOT that the earth is changing, O my God! Not that her brave democracies take heart To share, to rule her treasure, to impart The wine to those who long the wine-press trod; Not therefore trust we that beneath Thy nod, Thy silent benediction, even now In gratitude so many nations bow, So many poor: not therefore, O my God! But because living men for dying man Go to a million deaths, to deal one blow; And justice speaks one great compassionate tongue; And nation unto nation calls "One clan We succourers are, one tribe!" By this we know Our earth holds confident, steadfast, being young. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EARLY MORNING by HILAIRE BELLOC THE LIVING TEMPLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES FANNIE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 6. FAIR AND SOFTLY by PHILIP AYRES THE HEART'S PICTURES by HIRAM H. BICE |