Dead men, cripples, women's tears, Blight and waste of years on years, Debt and want and hunger's pangs, Cruelty's rapacious fangs, Wounds and lingering disease, These, and even worse than these -- Sages, statesmen, Christian hearts, Where are all your boasted arts, Where your reason, where your laws, Where the love that binds and draws, What is all your vaunting worth, If such things can be on earth? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAY MORNING by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER THE MAIDEN CITY by CHARLOTTE ELIZABETH TONNA TO MY FIANCEE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PRINCETON by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN MARY MAGDALEN by BARTOLOME LEONARDO DE ARGENSOLA ON CHURCH COMMUNION by JOHN BYROM THE CHERUBS; SUGGESTED BY AN APOLOGUE IN THE WORKS OF FRANKLIN by THOMAS CAMPBELL |