THE NAMELESS GRAVES (continued) Life's noblest things are ever born In agony. So-comfort to the stricken heart! BLINDED! You that still have your sight, I risked my life, I lost my eyes, Now in the dark I go, Yours, all the joy of day, I have but night. Yours still, the faces dear, The fields, the sky. For me-ah me!-there's nought But this black misery! In this unending night, I can but see What once I saw, and fain Would see again. O, midnight of black pain! Come, Comrade Death, BLINDED! (continued) Come quick, and set me free, Nay then, Christ's vicar, Ours be it now to see SAID THE WOUNDED ONE: Just see that we get full value The price has been a heavy one, But the goods are there-and we've paid. It's not payment in kind we ask for, The Peace of the World's what we're after; No! we fought with a definite object, OUR SHARE And we ourselves? Are our hands clean? For this world-tragedy? Nay then! Like all the rest, We had relaxed our hold on higher things, Ease, pleasure, greed of gold,— We suffered them, as unaware We had slipped back along the sloping way, Idols of our own fashioning, Heads of sham gold and feet of crumbling clay. And go His way. |