Love and Sacrifice
CAN we not consecrate
To man and God above
This volume of our great
Supernal tide of love?
’Twere wrong its wealth to waste
On merely me and you,
In selfish touch and taste,
As other lovers do.
This love is not as theirs:
It came from the Divine,
Whose glory still it wears,
And print of Whose design.
The world is full of woe,
The time is blurred with dust,
Illusions breed and grow,
And eyes’ and flesh’s lust.
The mighty league with Wrong
And stint the weakling’s bread;
The very lords of song
With Luxury have wed.
Fair Art deserts the mass,
And loiters with the gay;
And only gods of brass
Are popular to-day.
Two souls with love inspired,
Such lightning love as ours,
Could spread, if we desired,
Dismay among such powers:
Could social stables purge
Of filth where festers strife:
Through modern baseness surge
A holier tide of life.
Yea, two so steeped in love
From such a source, could draw
The angels from above
To lead all to their Law.
We have no right to seek
Repose in rosy bower,
When Hunger thins the cheek
Of childhood every hour:
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poem by Bernard O'Dowd
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