"Am I my brother's keeper?" Yes, of a truth! Thine asking is thine answer. That self-condemning cry of Cain Has been the plea of every selfish soul since then,...
Fold up the tent! The sun is in the West. To-morrow my untented soul will range Among the blest. And I am well content, For what is sent, is sent, And God knows best.
An inconclusive peace!-- A peace that would be no peace-- Naught but a treacherous truce for breeding Of a later, greater, baser-still betrayal!-- "No!" ... The spirits of our myriad valiant dead,...
By the grace of God and the courage Of the peoples far and wide, By the toil and sweat of those who lived, And the blood of those who died, We have won the fight, we have saved the Right,...
And we ourselves? Are our hands clean? Are our souls free from blame For this world-tragedy? Nay then! Like all the rest, We had relaxed our hold on higher things,...
Bond-slave to Christ, and in my bonds rejoicing, Earmarked to Him I counted less than nought; His man henceforward, eager to be voicing That wondrous Love which Saul the Roman sought. ...
Is there, in you or me, Seed of that poison-tree Which, in its bitter fruiting, bore Such vintage sore Of red calamity-- Black wine of horror and of Death, And soul-catastrophe?...
"Shall it be Peace? A voice within me cried and would not cease,-- 'One man could do it if he would but dare.'" (From "Policeman X" in "Bees in Amber.")
I stood, unseen, within a sumptous room, Where one clothed all in white sat silently. So sweet his presence that a pure soft light Rayed from him, and I saw--most wondrous sight!--...
O Thou who standest both for God and Man, O King of Kings, who wore no earthly crown, O Prince of Peace, unto Thy feet we come, And lay our burden down. ...
We come from the gloom of the shadowy trail Out away on the fringe of the Night, Where no man could tell, when the darkness fell, If his eyes would behold the light. To--the--Night,--...
Profit?--Loss? Who shall declare this good--that ill?-- When good and ill so intertwine But to fulfil the vast design Of an Omniscient Will?-- When seeming gain but turns to loss,--...
Earthly props are useless, On Thy grace I fall; Earthly strength is weakness, Father, on Thee I call,-- For comfort, strength, and guidance, O, give me all!
Peter, outworn, And menaced by the sword, Shook off the dust of Rome; And, as he fled, Met one, with eager face, Hastening cityward, And, to his vast amaze, It was The Lord....