Do you think that odes and sermons,
And the ringing of church bells,
And the blood of old men and young men,
Martyred for the truth they saw
With eyes made bright by faith in God,
Accomplished the world's great reformations?
Do you think that odes and sermons,
And the ringing of church bells,
And the blood of old men and young men,
Martyred for the truth they saw
With eyes made bright by faith in God,
Accomplished the world's great reformations?
In truth, I can so believe.
Life all around me here in the village:
Tragedy, comedy, valor and truth,
Courage, constancy, heroism, failure--
All in the loom, and oh what patterns!
And now from the battlements of time, behold:
Thrice thirty million souls being bound together
In the love of larger truth,
Rapt in the expectation of the birth
Of a new Beauty,
Sprung from Brotherhood and Wisdom.
Why, a moral truth is a hollow tooth
Which must be propped with gold.
Out of me the forgiveness of millions toward millions,
And the beneficient face of a nation
Shining with justice and truth.
And I chiseled for them whatever they wished,
All in ignorance of its truth.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories