Contempt How the Right is Wronging American Justice.
Contempt How the Right is Wronging American Justice.
The seraph sings before the manifest
God-One, and in the burning of the Seven,
And with the full life of consummate
Heaving beneath him like a mother's
Warm with her first-born's slumber in that
The poet sings upon the earth grave-riven,
Before the naughty world, soon self-forgiven
For wronging him,--and in the darkness prest
From his own soul by worldly weights.
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the plowman, splashing the wintry mold, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.
I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the anciently, stealing, fighting.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories